This is life... Such a helpless phrase. Li Qingyao stood in place, watching Wang Qian's departing figure, her mind filled with his final smile. Suddenly, she felt a pang in her heart, as if something had shattered and been ripped away from her body, leaving her feeling weak. She sat down lightly, completely stunned. Liu Lihua helped Li Qingyao collect the agreements, not noticing her state, and hurriedly caught up to Wang Qian's figure, "Wang Qian, wait. Are the two songs you just sang for sale? Considering Yao Yao's face, we can offer you the highest price in the industry, fifty thousand for a new song, buying all copyrights outright!" Wang Qian frowned slightly, feeling some dislike towards Liu Lihua. But he was an old hand in the entertainment industry in his previous life, knowing that she was a competent agent. He couldn't blame her for anything, so he shook his head, "Buying all copyrights is impossible. If she wants to sing them, let her sing, and ...