The plane took off.
Linghua and Zeng Yi felt a bit awkward. Chen Jincheng's remark about "growing up listening to your songs" was one of the most perfunctory clichés in the music industry. The only thing worse would have been, "I'm your biggest fan."
Given his age, it was impossible for him to be part of their demographic. They were thirty-eight and forty-two this year. Their peak popularity had been thirteen years ago; he would have been in elementary school back then. He couldn't have been chasing stars at that age. By the time he was old enough to understand celebrity worship, their music had already been labeled "tacky," and their fame had quickly faded.
Because of this, they didn't dare accept his compliment.
Looking at their expressions, Chen Jincheng knew exactly what they were thinking. Just like in his previous world, they believed they were completely washed-up singers and carried a deep sense of inferiority.
