"Is that so? Then I really must listen to it if I have the chance!"
Bei Yinyao did not take An Ruoqing's words seriously. Everyone has a different perspective when listening to music. Amateurs and professional musicians have different evaluations of whether a song is sung well. She believed it was just An Ruoqing's subjective feeling.
"It's true!" An Ruoqing nodded affirmatively, suddenly remembering something, and pulled out her phone.
"Oh yes, I have a recording on my phone. At the graduation party, he sang a song that stunned everyone. I thought it was really great, so I recorded it. I'll play it for you, and you'll see!"
The car ride was boring, and they had about ten more minutes until they reached Bei Yinyao's hotel. She didn't mind listening, so she nodded.
She was also very curious about that cold young man's singing voice.
