"Apologize to Nan." Tong Yu scratched his messy hair, "Otherwise what do you think it is? Didn't you say that you still need to prepare a lawyer's letter?"
"Uh... Xiang Nan's apology? Why did he apologize?" Huo Xiang became more and more confused.
"You didn't read Weibo last night, did you?" Tong Yu asked in surprise.
"No, I went to bed early last night." Huo Xiang said.
Well, Tong Yu probably understood the reaction of his own artist just now, and said immediately: "Xiang Nan admitted that he was guided by your sister, and then your sister stole your music for Xiang Nan, so I want it online The culprit who ruined your reputation is actually your sister."
After two seconds, he added: "Don't get me wrong, it's your former adoptive sister, Lu Xia."
Huo Xiang frowned subconsciously when he heard the words, "You mean, the piece in Xiang Nan's hand was given to him by Lu Xia?"
"Yes." Tong Yu leaned back in the chair, crossed his thighs and raised his legs, and said again: "By the way, didn't you and your adoptive sister tear yourself apart? Why did your song fall into her hands?"
"She didn't steal my song." After a long silence, Huo Xiang said.
Although he didn't have much affection for his former adopted sister, he was not the kind of person who would slander others casually.
"Impossible, go to Weibo and check out the most searched post. There is a recording in it, which was admitted by Lu Xia himself." Tong Yu only thought that his artist was doing it to save face for Lu Xia. Said so.
Hearing this, Huo Xiang frowned even deeper, "I'll go and have a look."
"Okay, then remember to come to the company later, and the problem with Xiangnan still needs to be resolved." Tong Yu said.
"Um."
Soon, Huo Xiang hung up the phone, pulled the chair in front of the computer desk, sat down, and then clicked on Weibo.
I found the hot search that Tong Yu mentioned.
After listening to that recording, Huo Xiang was in a state of shock and bewilderment.
The tune was indeed given by his adoptive sister, there is no fake.
So here comes the question, how could the perfect piece of music in her hand be exactly the same as the piece he made later
Huo Xiang touched the goose bumps on his arms, and suddenly felt a little creepy.
Shaking his head, Huo Xiang quickly browsed the Internet again, and also read Xiang Nan's apology post, the corners of his lips were a little cold.
If Xiang Nan admits his mistakes openly, he still feels that this person has a bit of conscience, but now he completely blames Lu Xia... This kind of behavior that is eager to push the blame and put aside the responsibility has no moral bottom line.
Put away the phone, after a short while, Huo Xiang went downstairs after a simple wash.
At this time, the family was having breakfast in the dining room.
Huo Xiang walked over, pulled out the chair and sat down.
My mind was filled with things on Weibo, so I seemed to be absent-minded during the meal, and I took the buns twice and dropped them on the dining table.
Huo Yao took a sip of soy milk, turned his head, and gave him a sideways glance, "Fourth brother?"
When Huo Xiang heard his younger sister's voice, he was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded after recovering, "Ah, what's wrong, little sister?"
"You look like you're out of your mind." Huo Yao said casually.
Huo Xiang squeezed the hand holding the chopsticks, but he looked up at his parents sitting across the dining table. It seemed inappropriate to say about Lu Xia in front of his parents, and then he shook his head, "That's right. Didn't rest well."
(end of this chapter)