In the car, Song Cheng'an let out a light sigh.
"If it weren't for your husband, I really wouldn't want to come out of hiding. It's exhausting."
Mu Yan's eyelid twitched, and she said, "Thank you, Brother Song."
Song Cheng'an glanced at her, "No other meaning. Don't we all have to live? Who would want to work if they had money?"
"Mmm."
Song Cheng'an remembered something, "I forgot to tell you earlier, you need to prepare another song."
Mu Yan was a bit puzzled, "Why prepare a song?"
"You forgot, you've advanced to the next round."
Mu Yan furrowed her brows slightly, "But the show didn't plan for me to advance."
"That's because they didn't know you were so talented. Now they can't wait for you to perform, and the appearance fee has doubled."
Song Cheng'an glanced at her, "Of course, if you don't want to sing, I'll cancel."
"It's okay, I'll sing." Mu Yan decided quickly.
It's a good opportunity, and it would be a pity to miss it.
