"You make it sound so easy, but of course, it's all thanks to the company's operations, right? There's no song that's *that* miraculous—it's not like it's some exact science, you know?"
Yang Lin was too absorbed in the numbers to care about Sun Jian's snark.
"It's still pretty impressive, though. Hundreds of thousands of likes! It feels like any song *we* release will never hit that number in our lifetimes."
What does she mean, 'any song *we* release'? Sun Jian, who had come over intending to share his misery, now realized he'd somehow managed to get hurt all over again. Damn it, how can just watching the excitement make me step on a landmine?
Seeing Yang Lin's unhappy face, Sun Jian felt even more wounded. "At least you guys have released songs. Wu and I haven't even seen a hint of our songs being released. Do you know how good my song is? But what damn good is it if it can't be released..."
