"Come, come. Boss, please sit. Let this lowly man give you a massage," said Wang Mingyang with a laugh. He quickly moved aside to let the boss sit on the chair. Then, he placed both hands on Lin Fan's back and squeezed. "Boss, is it comfortable?"
Lin Fan nodded. "Mmm, it's alright. But your hands are a little rough."
Wang Mingyang rolled his eyes. "Alright, don't get overboard. Such a big boss is giving you a massage but you're still saying that my hands are rough. Let me tell you that these are hands of gold."
Lin Fan didn't talk any more nonsense. He took out the piece of paper and said, "Here, take a look. Ten songs in total. Get Huanyue to practice them properly and sing them well."
Wang Mingyang saw that paper and took over it excitedly. But with one look, he couldn't understand what was on it at all. He hurriedly took out his phone and called a specialist.
