"I got it, I got it. So long-winded."
After Zhong Shenglin and Nance were done with the hotpot, they hurriedly opened the windows to let in some fresh air.
After returning to his desk, Zhong Shenglin glanced at Nance and said slowly, "Anyway, A.M. is organizing a competition for you, but whether you can find a successor you like is up to you."
"You don't have to worry. I'll come and visit on the day of the competition," Nance said.
"Okay, then remember to change your clothes."
Hearing Zhong Shenglin's words, Nance was about to refute when he heard Zhong Shenglin say while sizing him up gloatingly,, "Otherwise, it's one thing if someone is willing to be your heir."
Nance was speechless.
…
The day before the third round of the International Musicians' Association's selection.
Mr Qin furrowed his eyebrows. He did not expect to see Qin Youjiao and an unfamiliar girl the moment he returned home.
"…Youjiao?"
