There is no shortage of talented people in this world. It is not uncommon for sixteen or seventeen year old lyricists and composers. No matter how, they can be found with both hands throughout the summer, let alone abroad.
But what surprised Chen Wei most was that the girl in front of him was Lin Qiuya's lyricist and composer, and she was also an imperial one.
This is not a simple word genius can be summarized.
"As we walked, we said, don't let Aunt Lin wait." Lu Nanqin extended her hand and asked.
Her behavior shows that she is not mature and steady at her age.
"Good." Chen Wei walks in front, followed by Lu Nanqin