A clear smile escaped from Shi Shuo's throat, "Do you like sweets so much?"
"Actually, it's okay, but I'm a little obsessed with not being allowed to eat."
"Singers are not afraid of getting fat, so why aren't they allowed to eat?"
"It's not good to eat too much sweets, and I also like to eat sour foods, but I just suddenly thought of it."
Now that I think about it, it seems inappropriate. How could such an arrogant young boy choose such a nickname?
"let me think again."
"I've changed it."
"So fast?"
Jiang Yixuan was surprised when she clicked on Shi Shuo's homepage and found that he had actually changed it.
Meanwhile, Shi Shuo was looking at Jiang Yixuan's homepage.
Sugar-coated haws.
Shredded apple.
Well, a perfect match!
Shi Shuo's peach blossom eyes were full of smiles. He gently touched Jiang Yixuan's ID, "Do you want a national uniform?"
Jiang Yixuan's eyes lit up. This was something she had never thought of, but now that Shi Shuo mentioned it, she really wanted one.
The national uniform has so many aspects.
"You want to take me to play in the national uniform?" She hesitated, "You still have to train, isn't this not good?"
"It's okay. There's no competition now and the coach has assigned us tasks. I'm just passing by."
"Sign up when you have time. I'll take you to the national server Lan, Jing. I'll take you to the national server Yao by the way. Do you want it?"
If it's by the way...
"want!"
Jiang Yixuan was a little geared up, already thinking about how her Yao would look with the national standard.
It’s so cool to have a master to guide you!
Behind every national service Yao there is a wild king!
"When are you going to take a break?"
"A few more! Work hard for the national uniform of Yao!"
I don’t want to offend her, but it’s almost the end of the month now, and the payment for this month’s national server has to be settled from next month.
"good."
…
Tang Jiu acted quickly, and Qu Yang received a lawyer's letter the next day.
Qu Yang quickly took the lawyer's letter to find Yu Zhouhai.
"Mr. Yu, what should we do now?"
Yu Zhouhaizi read the lawyer's letter carefully and then put it on the table with a calm expression.
"Qu Yang, I have given you the money and you have signed the confidentiality agreement. This matter has nothing to do with us anymore. You are the one who takes full responsibility."
"Mr. Yu, you can't kill the donkey like this."
Yu Zhouhai smiled and said, "Did I force you to sign the contract? Qu Yang, don't be too greedy."
"Music plagiarism lawsuits are difficult to judge. Even if you really have to fight, it will take a long time. You don't need to be so panicked."
"I advise you not to act impulsively. You and I also have a contract. If you make a quick statement, the compensation will be enough for you."
Qu Yang clenched the lawyer's letter and looked at Yu Zhouhai angrily.
"Mr. Yu..."
"Do you have anything else to do?" Yu Zhouhai leaned back in his chair with a half-smile.
All of this was his own choice, so he could only knock out his teeth and swallow blood.
Qu Yang left angrily.
Yu Zhouhai then spoke to the office cubicle, "You can come out now that the show is over."
The door to the cubicle opened, and a gentle man wearing glasses came out.
"Xing Yan, I didn't expect Jiang Yixuan to make such a fuss."
Xing Yan's voice was calm, "It's Qu Yang who can't speak out of his mind."
If his apology on Weibo had been more sincere and less shameful, maybe it wouldn't be where it is now.
Qu Yang didn't realize at all that after he signed the contract and took the money, the matter only belonged to him.
Yu Zhouhai did not deny that it was precisely because he was stupid that he allowed him to be named the composer.
"Xing Yan, I have worked so hard for this, you have to help me make back all these losses."
"Okay, Mr. Yu."
Under the cold lenses, Xing Yan's dark pupils showed no trace of smile.