As a singer who was good at singing and composing songs, Ye Fan expressed that his ears had been seriously defiled today.

If Sheng Jiaoyang had recited the song aloud, it wouldn’t have been as bad. To think that she could sing a classic song that everyone was familiar with to that degree, she was in a class of her own.

Ye Fan obstructed Sheng Jiaoyang’s view and interrupted, "Xu Jiaojiao, please stop singing! I’ll throw in the towel!"

Sheng Jiaoyang stopped and looked at Ye Fan. "You’re admitting defeat?"

"Yes, I’m throwing in the towel. Give me a bottle of the perfume that you’re advertising and I'll take a photo," Ye Fan hurriedly replied.

"But, we haven’t played the second round yet."

"There's no need, I’m certain that I’ll lose anyway." Proceed with the second round? With his skills, he’d most likely win again. In that case, his ears would undergo the same suffering.

With his arms wrapped around Lina, George suddenly blurted, "She sings as ‘good’ as Sheng Jiaoyang."

Lina was surprised to hear this. She then smiled and said, "This is predestined."

When he was in college, George had heard Sheng Jiaoyang sing before, which was a disaster....