"Isn't October 2nd the Blackberry Music Festival?"
Li Mofei's gaze fell upon one of the glittering golden trophies, "The festival has Chenguang's sponsorship, let them present an award to One."
Fu Chenlin's eyes flickered with understanding.
Ever since he debuted as a singer, he had the idea of asking that One to write a song for him.
But that big shot was shrouded in mystery.
In the music circle, no one of any renown knew his contact information.
It seemed as though his movements were confined to various music forums, and contact with him limited to forum private messages.
The only one honored enough to have him write a song was Shen Yuxin.
Whether it was through connections or money, he had never been able to extract the big shot's real identity and contact information from Shen Yuxin's staff.
It was as though One was just a codename, and the person did not exist at all.
Later, he heard that the big shot had already been laid to rest in some private cemetery abroad.
