But when Xiao Zheng started singing, he instantly left them dumbfounded.
Not only was his singing incredibly captivating, but his Cantonese was also excellent. Most importantly, the emotion he conveyed when singing added a touch of time-worn vicissitude beyond the original version, a feeling that seemed to transport them into their own stories, even causing Mo Anna to involuntarily recall some memories of the past as she listened...
It wasn't until the singing stopped that Mo Anna, who had been lost in the music, slowly came back to her senses.
"Xiao Zheng... this... was this really you singing?"
Mo Anna was so moved that she nearly cried.
One could imagine the emotions Xiao Zheng stirred up as he sang the song.
She found herself understanding Xiao Zheng less and less; he seemed shrouded in an indefinable mystery.
"If it wasn't me singing, who else could it be?" Xiao Zheng said with a wry smile, shaking his head.
Then he walked over to the sofa and took a sip of his drink.
