The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 482

Chapter 482: 190 Lian and Mu Family’s true prodigy _1 suppress each other.

“Look,” Lou Yang’s agent shrugged nonchalantly, “netizens all say there’s nothing worth watching.”

Yes, netizens say there’s nothing to see.

But they didn’t say they wouldn’t watch.

Given Yan Lu’s and the show’s increasing popularity, as long as the two of them didn’t make any major mistakes, the program’s heat would still be very high.

Most importantly, Yan Lu’s arranger, Jian Zhongyou, was a true master of art, and the lyricist and composer who hadn’t appeared yet, although not yet seen, had a name that resonated through the music world.

Lou Yang looked down and slowly fastened his buttons, saying nothing.

He had debuted with the persona of a “noble son,” and at the time Yan Lu was being criticized all over the internet, the studio worried about affecting his image, and after weighing the options, they decided to give up on this opportunity.

“My fault,” the agent stared at the phone, sighed, “I shouldn’t have let them make that call.”

It’s too rare to receive charcoal in snowy weather, to form such a modest but precious friendship.

Now all they could hope for was that “Come Here Friend” would not become a huge hit, so that Lou Yang and his heart could feel a bit better.

**

As soon as “Come Here Friend” was officially announced, the buzz didn’t die down.

All the major video self-media were riding on this popularity, analyzing what the refined Mei Yi and the cold beauty Yan Lu could possibly do together.

Xiangcheng, electronics city.

Bai Lian took off her coat, wearing only a Chinese button-up shirt. After getting out of the car, she stretched languidly, casually looking for the elevator sign; on the other side, Jiang Fulai took the car keys.

“This way.” Bai Lian had already walked to the middle, she lifted her chin towards the left, her voice lazy, having seen the elevator around the corner.

The phone rang, still that call from Jiangjing.

If it wasn’t for the fact that the caller was from Jiangjing University and, in a way, belonged to the same lineage as her, Bai Lian was a little tempted to block the number.

“Classmate,” the man’s voice on the other end of the phone was already helpless, having tried to persuade her for so long to no avail; his eyes darted around, “We have a top ten app commemorative gift, can I have an address to send it to you?”

Bai Lian waited for Jiang Fulai to come over, smiled, “No need.”

“Ah,” the voice on the other end sounded disappointed, “It’s a unique cultural creation of our first president, a little copper figure…”

The first president…

Bai Lian’s hand tightened, unsure if it was the person she was thinking of, “Can I pick it up myself?”

“Ah?” The person was not accustomed to this request, paused, “Oh, that’s fine, I’ll give you the address…”

He quickly repeated the address, then added, “Is it too long or too complicated? Haha, I’ll add you on WeChat and directly send you the detailed address.”