Yang Ping, standing at the entrance to the reception room, felt quite surprised upon hearing his assistant's voice.
His assistant was usually calm and stable; it was rare to see such an excited demeanor.
Yang Ping couldn't help but become a bit intrigued.
After knocking on the door, he walked in.
"Director Yang, you're here," his assistant hurriedly approached, speaking rapidly, "the song Mr. Jiang composed is absolutely amazing, you must listen to it!"
Yang Ping had originally planned to tell Jiang Xu that his song hadn't been selected.
But seeing his assistant so wholeheartedly endorsing it, he swallowed the words he was about to say.
Though he had already decided to use Mr. Zhang's composition, he thought he should at least listen to this one.
As the prelude started, Yang Ping's eyes lit up ever so slightly.
It had quality.
[With a turn of water sleeves in the opera, singing of joy and sorrow, of partings and reunions, unrelated to me...]
