"Why are you suddenly asking this?"
Lin Tian was somewhat puzzled.
"It's just... if one day, I let you down, and you find that I'm not the cellist you imagined, maybe there's someone more suitable for your music than me..."
"Don't say that."
Lin Tian, with his hand on his forehead, uttered word by word,
"No one is more suitable for my music than Mr. Gan, OK?"
"....."
Gan Yanyu didn't say anything.
Just then—
"hello!"
A man wearing glasses and holding a tablet appeared next to the dining table and extended his hand in greeting.
"Hey, there you are."
Gao Zhenyang immediately got up and shook hands with the man.
"Who is this?"
"Let me introduce, this is my friend, a professional music agent, He Zhichen."
"Oh."
Lin Tian suddenly realized. "Hello."
Gan Yanyu looked puzzled until Gao Zhenyang turned his head and explained to her:
