In the top-floor office, Yang Jinxia sat at the tea table, holding a wooden tweezer in her hand. She clamped onto a teacup, tilted it onto another cup filled with hot water, and immersed the rim into the hot water.
She gently rotated the cup, washed it once around, then clamped it up and placed it back on the tea tray.
On the opposite wall, a sixty-inch television had appeared at some point. It was broadcasting an interview. Her eyes turned toward the TV.
"Firstly, congratulations on your new song topping several major music platforms."
"Thank you."
"We noticed that you wrote the lyrics and composed the music yourself. Can you share with us the inspiration behind it?"
"This song was inspired by a dream…"
Upon seeing this, Yang Jinxia suddenly asked her assistant beside her, "Shanshan, do you think all men have a star complex?"
