Lu Jingheng had never expected her to treat him kindly, so he wasn't angered: "Then get some rest early."
"Such a nag." Su Qiao decisively hung up the video call.
Host, you're being so fierce. What if you scare him away?
Lu Jingheng has clearly fallen for you. Shouldn't you press your advantage now?
"What? Do I still have to put on a pleasant face for him? He should take a look at what he did before."
Besides, that man was still involved with Bai Zhilan in an unclear way.
She would never want a man like that.
444: "..." If you don't want to deal with him, why did you answer the video call? Were you bored?
"Hmph, that bastard is just asking to be tormented."
Su Qiao needed an outlet for her foul mood.
"I'm going to change clothes. I'll record some songs later. Make the stage background look better for me."
Assistant Zhang was still handling the studio's affairs, and she planned to record two songs first for promotional purposes.
"Don't worry, leave it to this Little Master. I'll definitely make it grand, magnificent, and beautiful."
Everything in Su Qiao's recording studio, from the venue to the equipment, was top-notch.
As for the clothing and makeup, none of that could stump her.
After more than half an hour, watching Su Qiao's singing grow increasingly somber, 444 couldn't help suggesting:
"Ahem, how about we switch to two more cheerful songs?"
One was 'Misplaced Love,' and the other was 'The Night is So Dark.' She had sung them until its tears were about to fall. If this continued, the host might not cry, but it really would.
Su Qiao lowered her eyes and remained silent for quite a while before walking out of the recording studio. "I'm not singing