Of course, I asked for a price everywhere to pay it back.

The Shanghai era is just raising the requirements and striving to invite a very good song, without any problem.

To be honest, I don’t have hope. If I can maintain the same situation, Yu Min’er has already burned the big incense and wants to maintain the same situation. ‘Where has the time gone’? This luxury hope will never be done in daydreams.

“Which one should I choose…”

Chi Mo pulled the food and thought about it.

There are many songs in my mind, and there are also those that are suitable for Chu Xianqiong, but whether it can ensure a certain amount of sales is unknown.

In particular, it is a bit difficult to drive the sales of albums to 3 million; millions are not that easy to make, even if it is moved from the mind.

"Ahem, how much is the offer..."

"3 million? 4 million? Or 5 million..."

After a moment, Chi Mo's mouth curled up, it was OK.
Chapter completed!