Tang Zhongyi flipped down the comments of those netizens page by page, and looked at Yang Huiying's righteous condemnation on the top floor, and couldn't help but feel angry.

A despicable plagiarist?

She, Yang Huiying, is really brave to say it!

Who is Zhaozhao? How could he copy other people’s things?

This song was written specifically by Zhaozhao for herself. If she knew that she would have been used with ulterior motives by Yang Huiying, she still didn't know what she would be sad.

He decided not to tell Zhao Zhao about this matter.

But he had hidden it from him, but he forgot that there was another Tang Qian.

Children Tang Qian didn’t understand the sinister world in adults. He just simply felt very strange. Why was it clearly written by Aunt Zhaozhao, but Teacher Yang said it was written by himself.

When Tang Zhongyi came to Gu Shengyin's room, he saw a very unhappy Zhaozhao.

She sat on the bed with her legs in her arms, ignoring his arrival.

"What's wrong?" He sat next to her.

Gu Sheng secretly despised himself who was about to act cute, but his eyes turned red.

Tang Zhongyi was anxious and asked what made her unhappy.

Gu Shengyin sobbed and said, "...you...yong...it was written by me..."

Tang Zhongyi took a long time to understand what she was talking about.

It was because of the woman Yang Huiying's face, so gloomy that it could drip out of water.

"Zhaozhao, don't worry, no one can take your things!" He said to Gu Shengyin like a swearing.

But Gu Shengyin pulled his sleeve and handed him something, wrapping it in a rabbit-shaped gift box.

"It was... your gift." After she said that, she remembered something again, and she burst into tears.

Tang Zhongyi had no time to dismantle the gifts, so he coaxed him in a hurry for a long time, and finally coaxed Gu Shengyin, who was crying, to sleep.

He then opened the gift.

It's a CD.

Tang Zhongyi left the room lightly, returned to the study, turned on the computer, and put out the things in the CD.

The girl in the picture seemed a little uncomfortable with the camera and smiled a little shyly. It was Ning Zhao.

"This is the gift I give you. Tang Zhongyi—"You", this song contains everything I want to say to you. This song exists because of you."

Although Ning Zhao's words now have no obstacles, he rarely speaks such words like this in a coherent manner, let alone facing the camera. Tang Zhongyi is sure that even such a short sentence, Zhao Zhao probably has practiced for a long time.

Afterwards, the girl with long hair in white sat quietly in front of the piano and played the song "You" alone, over and over again. Her expression was so pious, as if this song was her whole world.

Tang Zhongyi didn't know how long he had watched this video, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth unconsciously. The anger caused by the woman Yang Huiying disappeared without knowing it.

Look, her girl is full of him. She will prepare gifts carefully for herself, try to speak to the camera for herself, and write such a song for herself.

He opened the forum again, and Yang Huiying's post had been raised high and appeared in the hottest place on the homepage.

Many people supported Yang Huiying, advocating that this shameless plagiarist would never stay in the music industry again.

Tang Zhongyi looked coldly at the three words Yang Huiying at the top of the post.
Chapter completed!