"Yu Wan? What are you doing here?" Jiang Chen was surprised to see Ye Yùwǎn.
Ye Yùwǎn sat down opposite Jiang Chen, looking flustered, "Brother-in-law, am I not suited to sing, not suited to be a singer?"
"You've heard those rumors, too?" Jiang Chen smiled slightly, "Don't listen to their nonsense; it's not you, it's the company not finding good songs that fit your voice."
Ye Yùwǎn pouted, "Brother-in-law, you're just comforting me, aren't you? The company is so big, how could it not find something suitable for me? Even if that were the case, where can we find good songs! If our company can't find them, I…"
Jiang Chen opened his mouth but didn't know how to comfort Ye Yùwǎn.
Suddenly, Jiang Chen remembered he had many future hit songs in his ten-year dream memory.
After a moment of recollection, Jiang Chen chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I'll write a song for you. Let's go to the piano room."
