Lian Xingchen opened the song details to look, and both the composer and lyricist were the same person, with the name "Jiao Aiqin".
"Who's Jiao Aiqin? Do you know her, Sister Yu?"
"No, I don't." Ya Xiaoyu shook her head.
Lian Xingchen breathed a slight sigh of relief; as long as that scumbag Jiaoyang didn't write the song for her, she wasn't worried.
Thinking of that sloppy man Jiaoyang, Lian Xingchen felt disgusted, and a bit uneasy as well, "Sister Yu, how's it going with Jiaoyang? Since I took his song, will he come after me?"
Ya Xiaoyu said dismissively, "The contract states we purchased full rights, so even if he comes knocking, it won't be of any use. Nothing to worry about there."
Full rights, huh...
Lian Xingchen's lips curled into a sly smile; Jiaoyang probably didn't read it clearly when signing, otherwise how could he have been stupid enough to sign full rights.
"Since Wen Meimei's song is so similar to my album, can I criticize her for being a copycat?"
