Jing Mo asked Xia Xin earnestly, "Do you remember promising me that you'd buy my album if I released one in the future?"
Xia Xin's face immediately turned red. Of course, she remembered the promise she had made, but she never thought that young man would actually become a celebrity, let alone that he would be Jing Mo.
'No wonder on the day Jing Mo had helped bandage my wound, he had asked if I had ever bought his album. It all made sense now.' Xia Xin thought.
Xia Xin changed the subject, "Don't worry. When I go back, I'll buy all the albums you've released so far. That way, I'll be keeping my promise."
Jing Mo raised an eyebrow and smirked. He said, "Okay."
Suddenly, Xia Xin propped both elbows on the table, rested her chin on her hands, and looked at Jing Mo intently.
Jing Mo turned his head to Xia Xin and asked, "What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?"
