"Eh? Aren't you in final stages of your songs? Why are you asking for my help now?" Chen Waan was perplexed.
Tuo Tuo, as a person on whom this ship was slowly growing, sneakily left the room, leaving the two alone. Mo Yifan was tongue tied. He had no excuse left anymore. He had impulsively come here after his call with the boss.
Chen Waan sighed. He looked troubled. Had he hit a wall while composing his songs? She put her hand over his, "What's the matter, really?"
Mo Yifan melted as soon as he saw her concerned about him. She was supporting her head with her hand on the table. The other hand was still patting his.
"I heard from uncle Wang that you are doing an independent video shoot for some singer. I was just worried that since this is your first job, you must have many people with you. If you want, I will go with you," he replied to her, his brows were knitted and his eyes were full of worry for her.
