Living in this world, everyone is unique.
No one likes to be imitated.
Shi Mei suddenly wanted to write a song, and she'd call it "Fake" or "High Imitation."
Angry!
Shi Mei shifted her gaze from the wall and looked furiously at the computer inside the room.
It was evident that the place where Tang Gu lived was not small, but it certainly wasn't big either.
Besides being a music studio, it was also a small study.
There was a large desk with two rows of bookshelves above it, a computer with a large screen on the desk, and the shelves were entirely filled with books.
Shi Mei moved closer and saw that many of them were her photo collections and lyric collections.
Apart from that, there were some documents.
Insurance, medical examination forms, notebooks, and all sorts of messy stuff were all placed on the shelf.
Shi Mei casually flipped through a few things, but didn't find anything of practical use, finally her gaze landed on the computer.
