Ethan Song stepped out and immediately heard the comment, causing him to frown.
Things were fine during dinner; how did it turn to self-doubt so quickly?
Suddenly, he noticed what Edward Monroe was holding and realized, speaking in a low voice, "Did something happen?"
Edward didn't even blink, just answered with a "hmm," "The new song can't be released tomorrow."
"Is it James Dung causing trouble over there?" Ethan Song clenched his fists and spoke through gritted teeth, holding back his anger.
Edward didn't answer that question but instead asked Ethan, "Ethan, do you think I should quit the industry now?"
"Quit my ass. When did you become so gutless? Just because they say you can't release it, you're giving up?"
Ethan Song pulled him up in exasperation, looking at him with frustration, but deep down, he couldn't hide his worry.
Edward covered his face, a bitter smile escaping, ever since that incident, the ambitious self had died.
