Noon, in the arrangement studio.
Xu Qingyan was checking over the sheet music he had painstakingly transcribed. The music for "What I Miss" had finally taken shape, which meant that he had initially mastered the ability to transcribe music.
Although he had relied on a little outside help, it didn't matter.
After triple-checking that everything was correct, he played it safe. Instead of sending it directly to Lin Wanzhou's team's email, he sent it to her personal email.
The email sank like a stone in the ocean; there was still no response from Lin Wanzhou.
The number on his Weibo account still stubbornly stuck at 99+, which Xu Qingyan had never clicked to view. Glancing at the time, he estimated he'd have the afternoon free to look for apartments.
The luxury complex was nice, but with limited funds in hand, it was just a temporary refuge. He'd look for his own place once he got paid; borrowing a car wasn't a problem, but he couldn't really overstay his welcome at someone's home.