After finishing their meal, Lin Ruonan's dormmates took their leave one after the other. After all, everyone had worked overtime last night, and they were quite tired.
With their bellies filled, it was only natural to head back to their dorm room for some catch-up sleep.
"Changlin, you still haven't told me what's up with coming to find me so early in the morning!" Ye Zhiwen and Lin Ruonan didn't leave, and after Li Changlin had paid for the meal, Ye Zhiwen repeated the question that Li Changlin had not answered before.
"Practice singing," Li Changlin said, of course, he wouldn't admit he was heartbroken.
Had Lin Ruonan not been there, Li Changlin might have confided in Ye Zhiwen.
But after all, Lin Ruonan was his admirer, and Li Changlin did not want to lose face in front of her.
"You, you're still practicing singing?" Upon hearing this, Ye Zhiwen was a bit dumbfounded and waved his hand in resignation. "Forget it, Changlin, you really don't have the talent for singing!"
