"Does it sound good?"
Lin Wanzhou sat in the backstage makeup room and, having nothing better to do, sang a birthday song.
"It's nice, but Sister Zhou Zhou..." The petite assistant Qi Ting had followed her fellow townsman agent Wen Yun to work after high school, forming a sort of master-apprentice relationship.
She was efficient and decisive, with first-rate driving skills.
"That song is fine to sing privately, but if you sing more than three lines of it publicly, you have to pay copyright fees."
During a joint live broadcast with the second-largest domestic jewelry brand, the host on stage had asked her what song she practiced most often. It was supposed to be a flattering question, and a normal person would say their latest single XXX.
However, Lin Wanzhou suddenly threw out an answer.
"The Birthday Song."
As her words fell, they practically fried the host's CPU on the spot. It took a few seconds to recover before hastily trying to smooth things over.
