Because of Ye Qiu's help, the music Lin Wanqing's father composed for that horror movie achieved great success, with box office earnings exceeding five billion Huaxia Yuan.
Now Lin Wanqing wants to listen to that Ms. Jia singing opera.
"Ms. Jia no longer exists in this world."
What do you mean?
"Did she die?"
Lin Wanqing couldn't believe it.
In the ordinary course of events, she thought it was really possible.
Looking at Ye Qiu's expression, Lin Wanqing felt she had guessed it, so she didn't say more.
Ye Qiu was sitting and flipping through books, while Lin Wanqing accompanied him.
For some reason, the more she looked at Ye Qiu, the more appealing she found him, totally different from those so-called handsome guys.
What set Ye Qiu apart was the talent that radiated from within, which deeply attracted Lin Wanqing.
"Ye Qiu, I've already familiarized myself with eighty music scores."
"Then keep working hard."
