"Big Brother Li, you sing so well! Sing again!"
Under the strong request of Xiaoyue Zhang, Qingfeng sang a dozen times. Xiaoyue Zhang was intoxicated by his voice but Qingfeng's throat dried out eventually.
"No more, I'm going to rest. Fatty, come and sing."
Qingfeng passed the microphone to Hao Luo and sat down.
After singing for so long, his throat was dry and scratchy.
"Ok, I'll let you guys hear my voice." Hao Luo took over the microphone and started singing.
But he only sang a sentence before he was stopped by Xiaoyue Zhang. Fatty's voice was too horrible; it was harsher than the sound of dying pigs.
"Fatty, stop singing. I'm afraid of getting nightmares at night." Xiaoyue Zhang rolled her eyes and delivered a ruthless blow to Fatty.
