After taking a day off to relax, Xu Qingqiu and Chu Tian immersed themselves back into their busy work.
"How's it going, Sister Hua? Are the time and the guests all arranged?"
These days, Chu Tian had practically become a fixture in Xu Qingqiu's studio, helping her with arrangements and patching up any oversights. After all, having held countless concerts in his past life, he was more familiar with many such matters than Li Chunhua, thanks to his extensive experience.
"Everything has already been arranged," Li Chunhua replied. "Why? Do you have other ideas?"
"Not really, it's already fine. I just wanted to ask where my song has been placed?"
Looking at Chu Tian's expectant face, Li Chunhua always felt he was showing off their love, which made her feel like an unwilling third wheel to their romance. Despite that, she also found the situation quite amusing—not because of Chu Tian's current expression, but because of the arrangements she had secretly made.
