The cold wind howled, and passersby hurried by on the street, the fast-paced life making people somewhat restless.
In the huge recording studio, the conference table was laden with various desserts and cold drinks, creating a relaxing atmosphere that was quite enjoyable.
Since lunch, Jiang Yisheng and the team had been discussing the details of the concert, occasionally someone would propose a fun idea, and bursts of laughter would intersperse the conversation.
"Yisheng, why don't you show a dance?" one of the staff joked, "I'm sure it would wow the audience."
"Forget it." Jiang Yisheng rolled his eyes, self-deprecatingly said, "I'm getting old, better skip the dancing."
"Hahaha."
The others burst into laughter.
If he's considered old at his age, then what are they?
At this moment, a phone rang.
Jiang Yisheng reached for the phone, and when he saw the caller ID, his smile faded a bit.
