Hu Yibao heard Yang Mi'er's crisp singing.

"I actually sing my blue and white porcelain."

“I sang pretty well.”

Hu Yibao chuckled and shook his head, and with the help of the system, he turned off his enhanced hearing.

The surroundings instantly returned to silence.

Back in the bedroom, pick up the lyrics book beside the bed, and open the third page.

Today's new song has been refreshed.

【Jiangnan】

"The wind is sticky when it comes to this

The thoughts of sticking to the passers-by

The rain is here to wrap it into thread

Twist us in love with the world

You're by your side

Fate is written on the Three Lives Stone

Love is one ten thousand sweet

I'd rather be buried at this point

Circle circle circle circle

Every day, every day

Look at your face deeply

Angry tenderness…”

Another Chinese style song.

Hu Yibao hummed with the score.
Chapter completed!