Let's say Yan Shidu didn't write that song.
Then Xie Chen would eat instant noodles and chicken feet at home and laugh out loud at the Mary Sue drama on the electronic screen, instead of slamming him against the wall with a spicy mouth full of oily hands, and asking him three times with an excited face and eyes shining, if he knew anything.
Yan Shidu: "..."
Yan Shidu: "Wash your hands."
Then he kicked Xie Chen out with a cold face, and hurriedly deleted the new song that he had worked on for more than ten days.
Ignoring the wails of tens of thousands of fans, I calmly posted:
"The new song may trigger mental illness in some people. After careful consideration, we have decided to temporarily remove it from the shelves and put it on hold indefinitely."
Xie Chen: Huh.
Intention: peace & love.
