Right now, He Shanyuan's mood was insanely complicated.
What the hell is all this.
And he even opened a bottle of red wine he'd been saving for years.
He was practically in a "f**k my life" mood already.
Has Zhang Fan's "reputation" gotten this big now?
He just put out one album and it blew up like this...
But the next second, He Shanyuan saw the missed call on his phone.
"Heh, he still has the nerve to call me."
Depressed as hell, He Shanyuan called Zhang Fan back.
"Look at the mess you've made! If I'd known, I never should've let you show your face." He Shanyuan said with a bitter smile.
"…So it's my fault now?" Zhang Fan on his end felt even more depressed.
"Then what'd you call me for!" He Shanyuan pressed his fingers to his forehead, rubbing his temples, feeling extremely weighed down.
"Teacher He, who'd you sell the copyrights to? Is there any chance we can buy them back?" Zhang Fan asked.
Hearing that, the corner of He Shanyuan's mouth twitched.
