He Ming saw that Ling Lu had made up her mind and dropped the subject.
Over the past two years, he had watched Night Color grow from an obscure spot into a sensation across half of Jiangcheng, and he had watched Ling Lu transform from a minor singer into the pillar of the bar.
It was no exaggeration to say that Night Color owed its current success in no small part to Ling Lu's vital contribution.
Chapter 62