Before she could retract her words, Xu Qingyan chimed in.
"Write, why can't I always write songs for you?"
"What if someone else offers a higher price?" Pei Muchan's face turned beet red as she naively asked.
"Ah? I charge Lin Wanzhou the same rate; she doesn't pay me any extra," Xu Qingyan said, a bit confused, and after pondering for a while, added, "If I have the capacity, I'll just sell some songs."
"Anyway, there will always be songs you guys can't sing. Frankly speaking, if I'm just keeping them, I might as well sell them. If I can sing it, I'll sing it; if not, I'll naturally sell it."
Being charged the same as Lin Wanzhou, Pei Muchan felt as if she had been stabbed again.
She sighed deeply, truly a nemesis for life.
"What if... what if one day I go bankrupt and can't pay you? What then?" Pei Muchan persisted, asking this rather childish question.
Xu Qingyan was genuinely baffled. Do all women consider 'if' scenarios?
