"I assume you're not in a good mood today."
Wu Yong moved closer to Lin Yuan, noticing that Lin Yuan seemed a bit distracted: "Who has upset our star composer from the tenth floor?"
Lin had already written four songs that had exceeded one million downloads each.
With one more, he would officially be promoted to senior composer – the company's star composer.
Everyone in the Composition Department knew about this situation, so they would occasionally tease Lin Yuan.
"Two million…"
Lin Yuan stared out the window in melancholy.
"What?"
"Two million…"
Wu Yong was speechless: "What two million?"
Lin Yuan didn't answer, just repeating: "Two million…"
Wu Yong decided to ignore him.
All morning, Lin Yuan seemed to be in a daze, much like how Sun Yaohuo had been before.
Meanwhile…
Ol' Zhou was already confronting the review department.
