HuaYu: The most muscular director in history!

At the Modern Power Recording Studio in Wangjing, Chaoyang District, the wind chimes at the entrance tinkled as four people walked towards us on the light gray carpet.

One person, dressed in a burgundy down jacket, was skipping and jumping around happily, while another person, tall and strong, had to duck when entering the door to avoid bumping into the decorative wind chimes at the entrance.

"Is this the recording studio?"

"Yes, this is the recording studio. We'll be staying here for the next two days."

Xiang Nan looked over Liu Xiaoli's head at Yi Fei. Today, Yi Fei had no makeup on her fair face. She wore a white round hat with two pom-poms hanging from the brim, which swayed gently with her movements. Combined with her rosy cheeks, she looked just like a winter fairy.

"Cough cough..."

Liu's mother, standing between the two, coughed and rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Being tall is impressive, isn't it!

You keep staring at me like that, kid. You're really too bold!

"Xiang Nan."

"Yes, Auntie, please tell me."

Liu's mother stopped and turned around to straighten her expression.

"You know Sissi is very busy. We're here because of Sony's invitation. I hope you can fully dedicate yourself to recording the song for the next three days, understand?"

"Hmm..." Xiang Nan's eyelids trembled slightly, and a warm smile appeared on his lips.

"Don't worry, Auntie, we'll definitely record the song well. You'll be coming with us these next few days anyway, so you can keep an eye on us."

Liu's mother frowned. At first glance, Xiang Nan's words sounded like a promise from an honest young man, but upon closer inspection, something seemed off.

What is wrong?

"Wow—we're here!"

As they were talking, the four of them arrived at the rented recording studio.

This is a room with khaki as the main color. The khaki sound-absorbing walls are paired with metal diffuser panels, and the floor is covered with professional soundproof carpet. There is a spotlight every meter above, making the room very well lit.

A glass wall separated the group; outside were computer sound mixing equipment, and inside was a small stage and condenser microphones.

"Great, very professional."

Yifei stared wide-eyed, pressing her hands against the glass wall to look at it again and again. After a pause, she opened her red lips and breathed on the glass, then rolled up her sleeves and wiped it.

"Sissi, don't be naughty!"

"I didn't!"

"Hehehe..." Xiang Nan's gentle laughter rang out again.

"It's alright, Auntie. This glass wall is very sturdy. It's fine for her to play with it."

"Look, look!" Having found a backer, Sisi immediately turned to her mother and made a face.

"Hehehe..."

Sound engineer Xiao Gao: Have you guys been forgetting about someone?

"Alright, enough talk, let's begin."

Liu's mother didn't have much free time to play around; the novel "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" was urging her on.

Xiang Nan knew he couldn't go any further, so he looked down at Xiao Gao beside him.

"Xiao Gao, let's begin."

Sony sound engineer Xiao Gao looked miserable, thinking to himself, "You finally remembered me!"

But why do you also call me Xiao Gao? Aren't you younger than me?

Despite the criticisms, he is still very professional.

"Our accompaniment is complete. The rhythm track consists of a bass drum, electronic snare drum, hi-hat, and percussion, including..."

"Xiao Gao, hey, Xiao Gao!"

Xiang Nan stopped his incessant chatter.

There's no point in talking to Liu's mother and Yifei about music since they've never been exposed to it.

But Xiang Nan's cleverness lies in knowing his limits. Even though he offended Sony's headquarters in Japan, he still got along well with everyone at Sony China.

So instead of saying things like "Mother Liu doesn't understand," he raised his voice and said, "Get to the point, we're in a hurry."

Xiao Gao nodded hesitantly and continued, "Xiang Nan can explain the singing aspects of this song to you; I need to pre-record the harmonies..."

"Let's familiarize ourselves with the lyrics this morning and practice our rap while we're at it."

Interrupted again, Xiao Gao pouted and didn't dare to raise any objections.

"Can I sing well?" Yifei blinked her big eyes quickly.

She was just confused, but Xiang Nan thought it was just her being coquettish.

It's so cute.

He was about to speak when Liu's mother interrupted him.

"Ahem! Let's get started."

It has to be Liu's mother, the atmosphere-ruiner.

Xiang Nan clicked his tongue, turned around and picked up an A4 sheet of paper from the table, then led Yi Fei to sit down on the high stool.

"Come on, let's look at the lyrics. I'll teach you how to read sheet music first."

Xiao Gao, standing to the side, was dumbfounded. "The three of you are sitting on the only three stools. What am I supposed to do?"

When it comes to serious matters, Xiang Nan is quite reliable, and the morning passed in the blink of an eye.

At 11 a.m., the three of them were still sitting on high chairs teaching, while Xiao Gao had already gone out for lunch.

"Lockin' Poppin' we dancing Ain't no stopping! Sing along with me!"

Sisi held the lyrics book and sang confidently, her tender little voice echoing throughout the recording studio.

"Yifei, try to pronounce it a little crisper. I know your English is very good, but rap is not spoken word; you have to play it out in time with the drumbeats."

Xiang Nan brought his five fingers together and made a flicking motion.

"Lockin'!"

"You're not playing, you're just slurring your words."

Yifei's face immediately fell. "Ugh... this is so difficult."

Xiang Nan took a deep breath, took out his Motorola phone, and glanced at the time.

"Hmm, it's lunchtime, let's go eat first."

Xiang Nan gestured for the group to get up and begin moving to a different location.

He took the mother and daughter to a famous hot pot restaurant nearby, as hot pot is the perfect treat in winter.

Unfortunately, Liu's mother was too guarded, and she didn't even have a chance to speak with Yifei alone.

On the way back to the recording studio, Xiang Nan put his hands inside his trench coat and lowered his head, lost in thought.

She debuted in Japan and gained over 100,000 fans. After returning to China, her songs topped the new song chart for two consecutive days, and she also made it onto the hot song chart. With such achievements, why is she being so heavily guarded?

Such achievements are unique among all the boys of the same age in the school.

If Liu's mother still manages to defend against this... Xiang Nan began to rethink the reasons behind it.

He glanced at Liu's mother's retreating figure.

This woman, who was stunningly beautiful in her youth and lived only for her daughter in middle age, was subject to mixed reviews in her past life, and I cannot apply my past life's judgment to her.

Perhaps she doesn't look down on me, but rather because my daughter is too young. So she's not targeting me alone, but every man who appears around Yifei?

In that case, perhaps I should start building a good impression of her beforehand and not go against her?

"Xiang Nan, speaking of which, you borrowed money from Yi Fei, didn't you?"

Xiang Nan snapped out of his daze and found that the mother and daughter had stopped. Liu's mother was looking up at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Yes."

Xiang Nan readily admitted it, then turned his gaze to Yi Fei, who shrank back, her large eyes glancing at him furtively from time to time.

"Why did you borrow money from a little girl? Do you even know...?"

"I'm sorry, Auntie, I was wrong."

Xiang Nan apologized immediately, and his guilty expression made Liu's mother swallow back the words she was about to say.

"It was my fault. I was so angry at Sony that I lost my temper. And all I had in my phone was Yifei's number. I acted impulsively and..."

"Sony's pressure?"

As expected, Liu's mother's attention was diverted.

Xiang Nan is a veteran actor. The last person fooled by his sincere face was Chen Yaochuan, who sponsored tens of thousands of yuan for publicity.

"That's how it is..."

Xiang Nan looked around and his gaze settled on a milk tea shop. Since Xiao Gao wasn't there, he wasn't in a hurry to go back to record the song.

"How about we go to the bubble tea shop and sit down to talk calmly, Yifei, Aunt Liu?"

After a moment of contemplation, Liu's mother turned to look at her daughter.

Her daughter clasped her hands together and shook them, her big eyes blinking rapidly, revealing a bright pleading look...

Milk tea...drink!