Sang Ning's mind suddenly buzzed, as if something had collided with it. Something flashed through her brain, but she didn't have time to grasp it.
"Do you still have that note?" Sang Ning shook off her chaotic state and asked.
Song Shiye nodded reflexively: "I do, I do!"
Sang Ning asked again: "Then can you bring it to me when we record the next stop of the show?"
Song Shiye replied: "Of course, but I packed it away with my junior high diary when I sealed the box. I'll have to go back and dig it out carefully."
"Thank you for that." Sang Ning hesitated for a moment and added, "Xiao Ye, about this matter, I hope you can keep it a secret from others for now."
Song Shiye patted his chest: "Sister Sangsang, rest assured! Though I'm young, I can keep my mouth shut tightly. Especially when it involves you—I'll be even more discreet."
