Wang Mingyang's office.
Yang Chen, Wu Huanyue and the rest were there.
Wang Mingyang looked at Lin Fan. "Why are you in such a hurry to produce a new album?"
He still didn't understand why Lin Fan was so impatient. But Lin Fan couldn't tell him the true reason. To complete a task? That would sound so stupid.
"It's nothing much, I have a lot of songs in my head and I've been feeling extremely creative, so I have to do it. If not, I'd feel uncomfortable." The explanation was sound and perfect.
Wang Mingyang was stunned. The explanation sounded legitimate.
Yang Chen was an extremely experienced composer. He had nothing to say about that explanation. At the same time, he was convinced. If other composers were to hear his explanation, they'd definitely be infuriated. Other composers had to think about a lot of things to make a song while Lin Fan actually said that he had too many songs. That was crazy.
