"Although some of our Qi State TV stations don't have enough satellite TV, other satellite TV stations will follow Qi State's lead and call you a famous music producer. Excuse me, Miss Gao, didn't you expect that? Are you nervous?"
Suddenly, the air turned quiet. Jiang Rou on the other side looked at the sweat on Gao Song's forehead and couldn't help asking, "Song Ge, how's it going?"
Yes,
At this moment, eager calls and messages came from his relaxed phone, and he glanced at it lightly. "Why Did You Book" released by some TV stations in Qi State appeared in his eyes.
Mr. Gao was paralyzed, sitting on the chair. He was banned from all major TV stations. He didn't know what this meant for him. He didn't know what his stomach could comprehend.
After a while, he perked up and said, "Chen Dong, I think we just misunderstood something. I was just sincerely proposing. The final decision is in your hands."
