This was the first time Su Chengyu heard Lin Chuxue sing, and it confirmed one truth - a beautiful person will definitely not sing poorly.
Lin Chuxue was not a professional singer, but she had a natural good voice. Her singing was very pleasant. When the song ended, Yu Yanshu and Su Chengyu both applauded enthusiastically.
"Sister Chu Xue, your singing is so nice. If you became a pop star, you would surely become a queen of music." Yu Yanshu, the sly girl, had also learned to flatter people now.
"Yan'er, you sing a song too."
Lin Chuxue passed the microphone to Yu Yanshu, who was a little shy and hesitant. Lin Chuxue took another microphone and sang along with Yu Yanshu, gradually helping her get in the groove.
"ChengYu, it's your turn." Lin Chuxue said.
Su Chengyu took the microphone and said to Yu Yanshu, "Yan'er, help me select 'Love Song 1990'."
"That song is so old." Yu Yanshu said.
"Old songs have the most charm."
