Xia Qingtian frowned at the unreachable webpage, her eyebrows knitted together tightly.
"What the hell is going on?" She sounded somewhat unhappy, "Why would it fail at such a crucial moment? The webpage can't be accessed, how can people buy the albums?"
The brows of Cheng Bingbing, too, were furrowed tightly.
Xia Qingtian was anxious inside; the sales of this album would directly affect her future work and career prospects.
His album was of exceptional quality, and the songs were enjoyable, she couldn't let anyone drag him down.
With this in mind, she quickly took out her mobile phone and called Mr Chen from the music company, directly asking, "Mr Chen, what's going on with your company website? Why can't we get in?"
Because she was anxious, her tone was sharp and even sounded slightly resentful.