Everything was heading in a strangely bizarre direction, which was the last thing Xu Qingyan wanted to see.
Having fans was certainly nice, but fans of entertainers only knew how to play with memes. You'd tell them seriously at the bottom of the comments, "Stop playing with memes, it's not funny," and they would just say...
After the broadcast, Xu Qingyan pondered for a while. He decided to seek advice from his predecessors and chose to remain silent about it. Ignoring it was the best approach; the fervor of the fans would eventually pass.
At eleven-thirty in the afternoon, there was still an hour to go before the release of the new album.
On the second floor, Pei Muchan sat at her workstation, supporting her head with her hand, and asked him.
"So, you're really not releasing any more songs?"
"How can that be? If there's money to be made, why not make it?" Xu Qingyan leaned back in his chair, opened his mouth to continue, but then sighed as the words reached his lips.
