"Old Zhao, how's your recovery going?"
In the hospital room, Xiao Feng asked with a chuckle.
Zhao Guo'an sighed, "I'm lying here feeling miserable, can you not smile so brightly? Even if you just pretend to look sad, I'd feel better."
"Alright then." Xiao Feng agreed, speaking in an infinitely sorrowful tone, "Little Anzi, seeing you like this.
I truly feel joy, oh no, I mean I'm truly saddened by this.
At this moment, only a song can express my feelings, music!"
After saying that, he snapped his fingers, took out his phone from his pocket, and played a classic old song.
Following the melody, Xiao Feng sang, "You got beaten, right? You got hurt, right? Can you understand how wonderful I feel right now?
Got beaten, right? Got..."
He hadn't sung more than two lines when Zhao Guo'an interrupted him, "You can sing all you want, and I know you're feeling wonderful now.
But the problem is, can you stop changing the lyrics randomly?"
