Speaking of which, Xu Qingqiu paused for a moment.
"So, you still don't want to admit it?"
As Chu Tian placed the grill on the stove, he sat on a nearby chair, looked at Xu Qingqiu's expectant gaze, and chuckled bitterly.
"Alright, no more pretending, I'll lay my cards on the table. I'm your 'Song Daddy'!"
"Speak properly. Whose daddy are you?"
"Don't hit me, don't hit me! I'm Youmeng. I'm Youmeng, alright?"
After their playful scuffle, Xu Qingqiu, huffing, straightened her clothes, while Chu Tian sat on the chair, wincing as he looked at his arm.
"Was that really necessary? Don't they say all composers are called 'Song Daddy'? Weren't the songs I gave you good enough?"
He had never imagined that this girl, usually so gentle with him, could have such a fiery temper and be so heavy-handed. Could this be her true nature revealing itself?
"Others may be called 'Song Daddy', but you can't!"
"Why not?"
"No reason. You just can't!"
