Xue Qian sat in front of the window with a tired face. There were more than a dozen bottles of Rio Cocktail on the table beside him, and there were already six empty bottles. Xue Qian also had a hint of drunkenness on his face.

"Old Xue, don't get angry. We can only think of other ways when things have come to this point. It just so happens that all those endorsements and commercial performances have been withdrawn. You also have time to release an album. Isn't music just your dream?" A square-faced man in his late thirties beside him sighed softly.

Xue Qian didn't answer, but stared blankly at the coast outside the window, took another big sip of wine, and sighed.