"Piano, violin, and vocals are not easy to combine. I'll find a song. If it really doesn't work, I'll sing a foreign song." Sun Ting was very sensitive to music. He felt that Wang Chen's voice was very gentle and not suitable for songs with too strong a style.
"I can't do it. My worst grade is in foreign languages." Hearing Sun Ting's words, Wang Chen hurriedly declined.
"I can teach you. We're the opposite. I'm the best in foreign languages out of all subjects." Sun Ting grew up overseas, so this was not difficult for him at all.
Wang Chen smiled in embarrassment. He felt that if Sun Ting were to tutor him with his terrible foreign language skills, Sun Ting would be so angry that he would vomit blood.
"Forget it. Let's try another song. What if there's something more suitable?" Wang Chen was really not confident in his foreign language skills.
"Children, come and eat some fruits." Wei Lan walked in with an exquisite fruit plate.
