Three straight hours of singing, and it's the same song.
Isn't that impressive lung power?
The man seemed tired too, put down the microphone, turned around and walked to the sofa, and plopped down.
Su Jia rubbed her furrowed brow and let out a long sigh of relief.
Finally, peace and quiet.
He looked at the distance between himself and Su Jia, feeling slightly displeased. He leaned his body over towards her and sat down next to her.
Su Jia smelled the smoke and alcohol emanating from him and felt a wave of discomfort.
He opened a bottle of liquor and chuckled, "Miss Su, you really don't give any face, so stingy you wouldn't even join Guan for a song. Could it be you dislike my singing?"
"Not at all." Su Jia smiled faintly, "You're kidding, Boss Guan. It's my honor to sing with you, just that I'm not well-versed with Mandarin songs..."
Boss Guan frowned without speaking.
