Wen Meimei lazily yawned, "Happy about what? I originally wanted to take this opportunity to give Jiao Yang a hand. Now Jiao Yang can only be a creator who was plagiarized by Lian Xingchen. It's going to be very difficult to revitalize his career."
Bu Qingqing didn't think that much, "I think Jiao Yang just needs to write songs. Personally, I'm not a fan of his old smoky voice."
Wen Meimei sighed. She had once convinced Jiao Yang to release his own album, but now they could only call it a day.
The next day, Lian Xingchen held a press conference and personally apologized to Jiao Yang.
Since then, Lian Xingchen had virtually disappeared, with his last post on Weibo being on the day he issued the statement. He gradually faded from the public's view.
Without Lian Xingchen's provocations, Wen Meimei's career dimmed, and her workload decreased significantly.
A week and a half passed.
A rare guest arrived at Wen Meimei's home.
