Hu Liang, Hu Liang, did you hear what you didn't hear, snorted, and heard the knock on the wooden board. "
Hu Liangzheng clenched his teeth and insisted, telling himself that no matter what the other person said, he must not admit that he was eavesdropping.
He just snorted when he heard the other party's question.
"Pa", a crisp movement appeared, and Hu Liang slapped himself.
"Look, he heard it, he hummed." The voice was still like honey.
"Hey..." Hu Liang sighed, and tightly covered his mouth with his left hand, pressing his right hand on his left hand, in a posture that even if his nose is airtight, he will not make a sound again.
"I guess he regrets it now, a very shrewd man who still does stupid things, Hu Liang, don't worry, we don't laugh at you, you continue to listen, really don't laugh at you, or I will sing to you. Sing, the kind of love song Amei sang to Alang."
Just listening to the voice of speaking makes people look forward to how sweet the song is.