In a private room, a group of people were quietly listening to Wang Xiaoya and Leilei sing.
Neither of them had professional training, but their singing was elegant and almost indistinguishable from that of professional singers.
Su Hongda was captivated, glancing at Wang Xiaoya and then at Zhang Li, thinking there was no comparison at all!
That face, that figure, that gentle temperament.
Tsk, tsk, this was the woman of his dreams!
He took a sip of alcohol, swallowed it down with his saliva, and thought to himself why Xie Xiaoyao hadn't come back yet.
Suddenly, the door was violently pushed open.
Two female classmates rushed in, gasping for air, and screamed, "It's terrible, everyone go out and help, Little Yao has been beaten up!"
"What the fuck?"
"Who has such a big nerve!"
"They've crossed the line!"
A bunch of people stood up hurriedly, especially Zhang Dongliang, whose hair practically stood on end as he rushed out with the crowd.
