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The gold-plated abacus fluttered at his fingertips, and Lin Jin smiled and threw the account books of the bankrupt trading company into the stove. Traveling through time to become a good-for-nothing young master in the Xuan Qiong Realm? It doesn't matter, his\

There is never a shortage of headlines in Xinglan City at night, and Lin Lang's name is always dancing on the trending searches. The music genius had just smashed the charts with his new album, and when he turned around, he was photographed kissing his model girlfriend in the rain. Fans scolded him for being a slut, and haters mocked him for being degenerate, but no one saw him put out his cigarette butts at three in the morning and rewrite the entire EP for newcomers who were suppressed by capital. It wasn't until Shen Xingmian, who came from a family of artists, broke into the recording studio that this top-school junior girl who couldn't even hear the tune of his love songs actually dug out the anger he had buried for ten years from the melody of "Plastic Flower". When the plutocrat's noose tightened around their throats, Lin Lang discovered that his sincere love for her had already been hidden in his love songs that were just for fun -