The Entertainment World's Magnate

"Men, go ahead and cry, cry, cry. It's no crime! Even the strongest have the right to feel tired..."

In his headphones, Dehua's singing was frantic and heartfelt, full of pain.

Xiao Fei liked listening to music while writing. He hammered out the last line, finishing six thousand words in three hours. At last, his task was done. He stretched, let out a sigh, and checked the time. It was already two in the morning. The lights were soft, and the room was utterly still.