In that case, it would be unkind of him to refuse again. Lin Yao's entertainment company would probably not allow his hoarse voice to appear in her album.
However, Fang Xiaole was still very grateful to Lin Yao, and at the same time he had a deeper understanding of the character of this big star.
She is beautiful, gentle, and considerate. Apart from being occasionally confused, she has almost no shortcomings. It is no wonder that so many people like her, such a good girl.
"By the way, when you jumped up to catch the gun yesterday, I think you twisted your ankle and hit it on the car door. Are you okay?"
After finishing the business, Fang Xiaole asked a question that he had always been concerned about.
"It's okay, thank you for your concern."
Lin Yao replied with a smile, put her hand under the table, and subconsciously pulled down the hem of her skirt. Her left ankle was too swollen, so she could only wear slippers, which would be easily discovered.
"I'm really sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't have thrown the gun like that."
Fang Xiaole still felt bad when he thought about the scene. He looked at Lin Yao and asked, "Are you really not hurt?"
"Really not. If you don't believe me, I'll take a few steps and show you."
Lin Yao stood up, turned her back to Fang Xiaole, and took two big steps in a seemingly heroic manner so that he would not see her left foot in slippers.
After taking two steps, Lin Yao sat down with a normal expression and said with a smile, "Look, everything is fine. Nothing happened at all."
"That's good." Fang Xiaole finally felt relieved.
"Um, I, I have plans to discuss something with other people here, sorry..."
Lin Yao suddenly said to Fang Xiaole apologetically.
"It's okay, I just happen to have something to do, so I'll be leaving first."
Fang Xiaole thought Lin Yao really had an appointment, so he stood up and said goodbye.
"Let's add each other on WeChat. I'll let you know when the recording time is set."
"OK."
After the two added WeChat, Lin Yao paused and said:
"Well, how about adding another Penguin account? And what if there's something about recording a song?" Fang Xiaole left.
“Hiss…it hurts.”
When Fang Xiaole walked out of the coffee shop, Lin Yao suddenly fell on the table and groaned in pain.
"It seems the medicine is no longer useful. Well, that's a good thing."
Outside the coffee shop, Fang Xiaole took out two bottles of medicine that he had been keeping in his trouser pocket and muttered to himself.
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