"...That's a great suggestion!" Mo Qiansu smiled with approval.
The two women, as they shopped, felt their spirits lift higher and higher.
Bei Yiyi drove her to the hospital to pick up the Little Demon King, singing the same song in a trance-like state all the way there.
"...
I ask you how much sorrow can you hold
I still don't have a boyfriend
...
Raising a glass to drown my sorrows only multiplies them
I still don't have a boyfriend
...
Life is but a few autumns short
I still don't have a boyfriend
...
Mo Qiansu, with a helpless smile, "Stop singing, if you keep it up, my ears will start to blister. If you really want a boyfriend, then go find one quickly."
Bei Yiyi finally stopped her singing, a sad expression on her face, "You don't know the good guys these days are either taken or gay?!"
"...But you can't generalize like that, how do you know you won't find someone good if you don't look?"
