"Director Ling, these are first-row VIP tickets to Luo Xi's concert." The assistant handed two tickets to Ling Yuanhang.
Ling Yuanhang took the tickets, a smile appearing on his face, "Nice!"
"The tickets were said to have sold out the instant they went on sale. I got these from someone else; it took quite a bit of sweet-talking," the assistant recounted, with just the right tone to convey the difficulty without sounding self-congratulatory.
"Hmm, thanks for the effort." Ling Yuanhang nodded, and the assistant left.
Gazing at the tickets in his hand, Ling Yuanhang chuckled to himself. Xinxin somehow started to like Luo Xi, and it was quite the craze.
He had listened to Luo Xi's songs; they were good, but that was it. He couldn't understand why there were so many fanatical fans. However, if Xinxin liked it, he didn't mind accompanying her to listen.
A "knock knock knock" at the door sounded, "Come in!" Ling Yuanhang placed the tickets into a drawer.