Chapter 1141: Recording
Editor: Atlas Studios

The president’s secretary glanced over and saw Song An walking in from the corner of her eye. She quickly greeted him, “Young Master Song, you’re here?”

“Yeah.”

Song An casually threw down his watch.

He glanced at Zhao Man and snorted.

The secretary quickly reminded him, “Young Master Song, remember to send the recorded video to the email today!”

Song An replied, “Got it.”

He turned to leave.

Zhao Man walked forward and continued to ask the secretary, “Then where do I need to find a professional studio? Will the association provide it?”

“Pfft!”

Song An could not help but sneer. “Country bumpkin! You can’t even contact a studio yourself?”

His face was filled with gloat.

He was from the Song family. The Song family knew many people in the entertainment field, so it was naturally very easy to contact a studio.

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Zhao Man sneered and was about to say something.

“Shut up!”

Two people walked out. One of them was Qin Lang.

Song An was shocked and quickly walked to his master’s side. “Master, I was just joking with Ms. Zhao.”

“How can you joke like that?”

Qin Lang slapped him on the back and looked at Zhao Man apologetically. “Don’t be anxious. Follow Song An to the city television station. The best studio has been prepared there. You guys can just go and record.”

Zhao Man shook her head. “It’s fine. I’ll find it myself.”

She didn’t want to rely on others.

Song An said unhappily, “That’s the studio you found for me. I don’t want to record with her.”

“Slap!”

Qin Lang slapped Song An’s back again with a cold expression. “If you still acknowledge me as your master, then listen to me.”

This was outrageous. He didn’t even listen to him.

Song An said indignantly, “Yes!”

There was a fire in his heart.

Zhao Man refused. “I don’t need it. I’ll find the studio myself. I can find it.”

She did not want to be indebted to others.

Qin Lang looked at her fixedly. “Do you have resentment in your heart?”

Zhao Man shook her head. “No.”

“Then go with Song An. The studio there is the best in the entire city.”

Qin Lang’s tone was assertive.

Zhao Man could only nod. “Okay, thank you, Chef Qin.”

Downstairs.

Qin Lang had something to do and left first. Zhao Man and Qin Lang took a car over.

In the backseat of the car.

Qin Lang mocked, “Don’t some people know how to climb up the social ladder? Why do they even want to freeload on others in the studio? Where’s your President Ye? She disappeared at this time?”

The driver looked back.

Zhao Man smiled calmly. “If you’re unwilling, tell Chef Qin. Also, you’d better keep your mouth clean. Otherwise, I’ll get Chef Qin to teach you a lesson.”

“Hmph!”

Song An was so angry that he turned his head away and did not speak to her.

He did not expect his master to be so protective of Zhao Man and even teach him a lesson because of her.

He was also a little flustered.

When they arrived at the television station, someone brought the two of them to the studio on the fifth floor.

The two of them waited in a conference room.

Song An sat on the stool and crossed his legs. “Let me make this clear first. This studio was arranged by my master. I’ll record first. Prepare the dishes for me at the side.”

Since he couldn’t stop Zhao Man from recording, he would use this method to humiliate her.

Zhao Man looked at him with a faint smile. “In your dreams.”

She was not going to help prepare the dishes.

Both of them were contestants, so why should she prepare food for the other party alone?

Song An glared at her and did not say anything else.

Zhao Man didn’t know anything about the ways of the world. He really didn’t know why her master was helping her.

The two of them waited for more than two hours, but the people in the studio had yet to inform them to go over. Song An could not sit still anymore.

He went to the studio and opened the door to look inside. He saw that there was a program recording inside.

He casually pulled someone over and asked, “When does the next project start?”

The staff member said, “This is the last project. We’ll call it a day after we’re done.”

“What?”

Song An was so angry that his head hurt. He kicked the door open and asked, “Who’s in charge? Come out!”

Everyone in the studio looked over.

The program manager scolded, “Who is it? We’re recording, why did you barge in? Get out!”

Song An also scolded, “I made an appointment first. This time slot should be my project. You snatched this time slot, and you’re still blaming me?”

How ridiculous.

The entire recording was in a deadlock.

Song An was waiting for an answer. Zhao Man asked once and found out that the studio had been snatched.

The studio staff, Zhang Tian, rushed over and apologized to Song An. “Young Master Song, it’s all a misunderstanding. The people in the studio thought that they’re the team booked under you.”

“Then what should we do now?” Song An glared at him and asked.

Zhang Tian looked at the recording studio and felt a little troubled.