It’s Impossible to Sing Well

"Let's go back together. I'll treat you to dinner."

"Looking like this? What am I eating, dust? Besides, who knows who's treating."

Meng Fan helped move the furniture around and slipped out immediately. He left the cultural center and called a cab, arriving at his apartment eight minutes later.

He called some takeout before taking a shower, so it arrived once he finished.

He ate as he checked his mailbox and chat group, but it was silent.

These dubbing directors surely received several submissions and emails every day, but Meng Fan felt that with his own sense of presence, they should have seen his messages long ago.

And Meng Fan believed that the quality of his submissions should be passable.

This was kind of upsetting for Meng Fan.