As they were about to get out of the car, Zhao Mingcheng made a phone call, "Tong Sheng, I’ve arrived, co down to et ."
The person on the other end muttered sothing, then hung up the call.
And Su He’s eyes instantly lit up at the ntion of "Tong Sheng."
"Brother Zhao, are you talking about Tong Sheng? The Prince of Love Songs, that Tong Sheng?" Su He was thrilled.
You should know that this Tong Sheng had beco wildly popular for his unique vocal timbre and lancholy yet handso looks.
So say Tong Sheng is a natural-born rover, perfectly suited for singing love songs. Yet, his love songs aren’t lingeringly sad. Instead, because of his clear and resonant voice, they contain a stubborn spirit.
Seeing Su He so excited, Zhao Mingcheng smiled slightly, "Yes, him. You’ll et him in person in just a bit."
Su He nodded vigorously, instantly filled with energy.
...
Before long, a young man with a tall and lean figure appeared, wearing a face mask, a black T-shirt, and flip-flops in a sowhat sloppy and casual manner.
Seeing Zhao Mingcheng, his eyes, which seed hesitant, now carried a hint of a smile, "You’re here? Let’s go inside to talk."
Then, they all followed Tong Sheng to his mansion.
Once inside the elevator, Tong Sheng took off his face mask and started sizing up Qianxun, "Is this the new artist Sister Ruan has been ntoring? It would be against all reason if she doesn’t beco a hit with a look like that."
Although he said so, Tong Sheng didn’t have any special feelings for Qianxun, or to be precise, he wasn’t particularly interested in any woman—music was his girlfriend!
Hearing this, Ruan Mianmian started to laugh, "That’s right, our Qianxun is bound to be a hit."
At this mont, Tong Sheng turned to Su He, "Is this the young brother you’ve taken a fancy to?"
If it weren’t for the fact that Su He was too young, he would have suspected that Zhao Mingcheng had taken a liking to him, to be so eager to send soone over for a talent check.
...
And it was at this mont that Su He nodded vigorously, "That’s ! Senior, hello, I’m your fan!"
Hearing this, Tong Sheng couldn’t help but laugh.
Zhao Mingcheng then said, "Don’t underestimate him, his talent might even surpass yours. Even if his voice isn’t up to par, his gift for songwriting and composing is stronger than yours. You guys might have a chance to collaborate in the future."
Tong Sheng looked surprised.
Most geniuses are proud of their talents, and Zhao Mingcheng was particularly so. He seldom praised anyone—at least, Tong Sheng had never heard him praise soone before.
Quickly, the elevator door opened, arriving at Tong Sheng’s doorstep.
The elevator was private, with access only available to the corresponding floor by card, thus Tong Sheng couldn’t bother to lock the door after going downstairs.
Stepping out of the elevator, they saw the living room of Tong Sheng’s ho.
Looking at the ss inside the room, Zhao Mingcheng couldn’t help but mock, "I think you might as well not be called the Prince of Love Songs, but the Prince of Slobbery! If it weren’t for my eagerness to test Su He, I definitely wouldn’t have co to your place."
If his fans knew that their idol’s house was in such a state of disarray, who knows how disillusioned they would be!
...
Hearing Zhao Mingcheng’s mockery, Tong Sheng shrugged with an I-couldn’t-care-less expression, "My activities mainly take place in the music studio anyway. How the living room looks doesn’t really matter."
Zhao Mingcheng was speechless, and Ruan Mianmian’s mouth twitched.
"Let’s go, to the music studio," Tong Sheng said at that mont.
Only then did Zhao Mingcheng shift his focus away from the chaotic bedroom and proceeded to the music studio.
Tong Sheng loved music. The songs he’d made had earned him a lot, and the music setup in his ho was top-notch.
Moreover, unlike the cluttered living room, the music studio was obviously well organized.
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