Lin Mengran brought Fang You to a place on the edge of the city—an underground livehouse that was unremarkable and nearly deserted when they arrived.
"Under normal circumstances, an 11-year-old kid like you wouldn't be allowed to enter a livehouse, but there's no performance today, and the livehouse is closed. We usually practice singing here,"
Lin Mengran glanced at Fang You, who was looking around curiously, "Hey, hey, are you scared? It's not too late if you're scared now, after all, you're just a child."
Fang You raised an eyebrow slightly, "Aren't you also underage?"
"That's not important..."
Lin Mengran patted her chest, a confident smile blossoming on her face, and threw Fang You a wink, "Plus, with my mature look, I'm not much different from an 18-year-old, right?"
"..."
Fang You shook his head, offering his professional assessment, "You're still far from a real adult."
Lin Mengran shot a disdainful look, "You little brat... aren't you a bit too picky?"
