With Zhuang Xiaoqiao's beauty in front of him, Ye Feng's voice was stuck in his throat, he was too embarrassed to sing.
"Mr. Ye, sing along too."
"Yeah, Miss Zhuang has already started. What are you still waiting for?"
"Hurry up, hurry up. She's almost done singing…"
Under everyone's urging, Ye Feng could only shout at the top of his lungs. "I am waiting for the beautiful lady, why haven't you come yet…"
This short line of lyrics was not only out of tune but also had no pitch. It could be said to be extremely difficult to hear.
The exploration team covered their ears and revealed painful expressions.
"Mr. Ye, don't sing. We're on the same side..."
"Mr. Ye is so handsome, but I didn't expect his singing to be so terrible."
"Is there any connection between being handsome and singing well?"
"Mr. Ye, please, don't sing anymore. If you sing again, the wolves will come…"
