Chapter 258 - Writing Music For a Textbook (2/2)

Su Yi: Okay, I’ll treat you to a meal some other day.

Ling Sheng: Do you trust me that much? Aren’t you afraid that I’ll ruin the song?

Su Yi: You have a nice voice and good innate qualities. Actually, I’ve wanted to say this for a long time. It’s a pity that you didn’t enter the music industry.

Ling Sheng: Don’t encourage me. Otherwise, I might snatch your job. If I enter the music industry, how will you put food on the table?

Su Yi: You’re pretty and you have a sweet voice. What else can I say? Whatever you say is right.

Ling Sheng wanted to practice and warm up her throat in advance to avoid embarrassing herself. She was an amateur when it came to music, but her father was a music fanatic. He had a music studio at home that was rumored to be the number one private music studio in China.

However, it was a treasure. Ordinary people could not rent his studio. Only big shots of the music world could come to his studio to play.

When her father had just debuted, artists had become popular with movies, television, and music. He had been fashionable and had produced two albums. As his overall standards were too high-end, the aesthetic standards of the listeners had not been able to keep up, so he had not gained much popularity.

Later on, he had not survived in the music industry. He would only release a solo album occasionally as a form of welfare for his fans. However, every single one of them was top-notch and included a wide range of songs. As a result, the Little Cis kept urging him to release albums every day!

His two albums had already been categorized as godly and had been included in music school textbooks.

Huo Ci realized that the brat was unbelievably solicitous. Ever since he had gotten home, she had been very passionate. She had brought his slippers, hung up his clothes, and made all his favorite food. During dinner, she had scooped rice and soup, picked up vegetables, and peeled prawn shells.

“Let him peel them himself. He’s spoiled.” Huo Xiao snorted and shot him a cold look.

“Grandpa, have some too.” Ling Sheng placed a peeled mantis shrimp in Huo Xiao’s bowl, her eyes crinkling into crescents.

Only then was Huo Xiao satisfied. He smiled and nodded. “My good granddaughter, you need to chill. Hurry up and eat. The food will get cold soon.”