The next morning, Chu Tian, who had yet to wake up, was roused by Xu Qingqiu and driven straight to the recording studio.
"Qingqiu, do we really have to be this early?"
"What do you mean early? It's already past six o'clock. Sister Hua has almost finished negotiating the distribution channels; we need to hurry up and get the album recorded."
"This is an album, not a head of cabbage; it doesn't grow overnight. Why are you in such a hurry?"
Chu Tian slumped into a second-row seat, the picture of dejection. He lay there with his eyes closed, refusing to accept the reality of waking up so early.
Beside him, Xu Qingqiu said while applying her makeup, "I didn't want it to be this way either. The earnings from our song this month had just come in, and I was thinking we could take it slow. But then Youmeng suddenly showed up, wanting to take their share."
