"I can't sing a song, but could you please go wash your face first? It's a good face, why make it look like a 'Ghost Drawing Talisman'?" Ge Dongxu said, hardly able to bear the sight of Yue Ting's face smeared with sweat and tears.
Such words probably could only be spoken by Ge Dongxu to Yue Ting, and instead of getting angry, she hurriedly got up to wash her face.
Seeing Yue Ting stand up to wash her face, the others in the private room found it quite amusing and couldn't help revealing their amusement.
"Laughing your head off, huh? Asking for a beating, are you?" As Yue Ting passed by the hangers-on and saw all of them trying hard not to laugh, she picked up the songbook from the table and hit each one of them with it.
