Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Huo Xiang arrived home with the tape about 20 minutes later.

Huo Yao did not notice anything amiss with him. She narrowed her eyes slightly and said, “Brother Xiang, you're home.”

“Uh huh,” replied Huo Xiang softly before he waved a tape in the air. “Here's my new song, but it's not the final product.”

“Sure, no problem.” Huo Yao put down her phone.

Huo Xiang walked up to the player and placed the tape inside before playing the track.

Very quickly, his acapella singing could be heard. Since it had yet to get tuned, it was the original version.

Huo Yao listened to it quietly. The song and lyrics were almost identical to the version online.

Huo Xiang stood in front of the player and waited for the song to finish before he raised his brow to look at Huo Yao confidently. “What do you think?”

“It's good.” Huo Yao nodded. She paused for a second and said, “Play it again.”

Huo Xiang smiled even more smugly before he pressed play again.

After listening to it one more time, Huo Yao asked him. “Has anyone else listened to it yet?”

Huo Xiang removed the tape and walked up to sit next to his sister on the couch. “Nope. Only Tong Yi and my bandmates have heard the unfinished version. You are the first to hear the full version.”

Huo Yao touched her chin and suddenly asked him. “Is it possible for your work to end up sounding similar to that of other artists'?”

Huo Xiang smiled as he glanced at his little sister and said, “That depends on how you define similarity. If your song is inspired by someone else's music, then they are bound to sound similar in style. However, it's only considered an imitation of the style.”

“What if the music and lyrics are exactly the same?” Huo Yao tilted her head sideways.

“That's impossible. Unless someone on the inside stole the work,” said Huo Xiang. Then he looked at her quizzically. “Why are you asking this?”

“I see,” replied Huo Yao. “I was just randomly asking since I was curious.”

“There's no way that my work will sound similar to someone else's music. I'm not bragging here. In the entire music industry, only other people copy me and never the other way round.” Huo Xiang raised his chin proudly.

Huo Yao raised her hand and touched his slightly curly hair. “Uh huh. My brother is the best.”

She had an indulgent expression on her face.

Huo Xiang: “!”

She was at it again.

Huo Yao narrowed her eyes and crossed her legs lazily. Huo Xiang had just finished the song today. So, where did Xiang Nan obtain the even more complete version of the song from?

If Xiang Nan laid his hands on Huo Xiang's unfinished song and finished producing it, there was bound to be some disparity present. Even if their work was similar, chances of that happening were one in a million, right?

Moreover, the entire song was exactly the same.

Huo Yao's phone vibrated on the side table. She gathered her thoughts and picked it up to glance at it. Then, she took out her earphones and put them on unhurriedly.

She tapped on a small program in her phone. Before long, a conversation between a man and a woman came on.

She had never heard the man's voice before. However, the woman's voice was particularly familiar to her.

Huo Yao rubbed her earphones gently with her fingers and was surprised.