Zheng Yanyan saw these posts, her face showing envy, she asked, "Honey, have you registered this song? How much can you sell it for?"
Zhou Yuwen said it wouldn't sell for much.
"I'm not that famous, at most it'll be thirty to fifty thousand, and I don't need that much."
"Ah, I'm so envious," said Zheng Yanyan.
Zhou Yuwen queried, "What's there to be envious about?"
"I'm envious of Su Qing, you wrote a song for her, when will you write one for me?" Zheng Yanyan pouted her small mouth, drawing circles on Zhou Yuwen's chest.
Zhou Yuwen explained that he only wrote songs after a breakup.
"We're currently in a cooling-off period, right? How about we break up so I can write one for you?"
"Annoying, can't you just write a sweet love song?" Zheng Yanyan asked.
Zhou Yuwen said he couldn't.
Zheng Yanyan thought about it and said that Zhou Yuwen writing this song for Su Qing shows she made you sad.
