Ye Fei didn't walk far before someone stopped his car.
A slim girl, with long, shoulder-length hair, stood gracefully.
Xiao Tingting.
She had sung a song at Old Huang's birthday banquet before, and her unique voice had left a deep impression on Ye Fei.
Xiao Tingting walked up to Ye Fei and spoke softly, "There were too many people just now, and I felt embarrassed to greet you..."
"Just say what you have to say. If you want my help, I'll do what I can."
Ye Fei cut to the chase, and a weight lifted from Xiao Tingting's heart. She didn't hold back anymore.
"Actually, I've been working hard these years, but my songs still haven't taken off."
"You know, as a folk singer with no background and no financial support, it's really hard to become popular."
Ye Fei understood what Xiao Tingting was getting at.
Perhaps, having seen Gao Feng and his acquaintance, she wanted to ask for help.
Anyone who has struggled for their dream for so many years without any success would feel lost.
