"I feel the same way," Lin Wanzhou said. "I believe you'll become the greatest musician, so this isn't just about you!"
Xu Qingyan was a bit stunned; he hadn't said anything about wanting to become a musician.
Actually, according to his own plans... he hoped that the two pop divas before him would become the greatest musicians, and all he needed to be was a vulgar, rich man.
If they couldn't sing a song, he would step in, mainly to rake in money from all directions.
However... since they had put it that way, he might as well "cooperate" a little. The collapse of the house really wasn't a big deal, as long as he didn't have to compensate for it. What mattered most was to distract the attention of the two wealthy mothers.
"Ahem, yes, my dream is to become a top-class musician," Xu Qingyan sighed lightly, looking up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, his voice slightly hoarse as if bubbling.