"I'm ready. Just say what you want to say." Chen Xiuxiu said coolly.
Wang Lubo nodded. "Alright then, listen to this recording first."
As he spoke, he hit play and held the phone up to Chen Xiuxiu's ear.
"Who is it that brings, the call from ancient times.
Who is it that leaves, a thousand years of longing.
Could it be, that there's still…"
Hearing "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" suddenly blaring in her ear, a trace of irritation flashed between Chen Xiuxiu's brows.
Because judging by the voice, it was obviously this guy in front of her singing.
If he sang well, fine, but the way he was butchering the tune, it sounded like the pitch had already fled beyond the Five Rings.
"Don't you find this boring?" Chen Xiuxiu asked icily, lifting her arm to push Wang Lubo's hand with the phone away from her ear.
"Boring?" Wang Lubo's eyes went wide. "How is this boring?"
