Sure enough, after Little Liufu heard Xiaoxiao's singing, his eyes were sparkling. He was almost entranced; this was the first time he'd heard such a voice.
Yang Ming gazed dotingly at his wife, thinking how her singing was always so melodious and extremely pleasant.
Little Liufu in Yang Ming's arms, his big eyes fluttered, and his whole being was drawn in by the singing.
Shitou's mother sat in her own room, listening to the beautiful singing. Her heart was deeply complicated, perhaps her son would live a happier life with them.
Everyone was captivated, Xiaoxiao finished singing, still immersed in such beautiful music.
Suddenly, a voice rang out, breaking the wonderful atmosphere.
"Beautiful lady, your singing is just too good. Sing another one, please."
"..." Xiaoxiao was speechless, the good atmosphere was ruined by this person. It felt like this person naturally destroys the mood, Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes at him.
