Hu Ling praised spontaneously: "Your poem just now was really fitting for the occasion!"
Zhang Jingdong laughed nonchalantly: "Besides the poem, I think there's a song that matches this beautiful yet melancholy scenery quite well."
"Could it be 'Song of Sunset'?" Song Yunshan couldn't help asking.
Zhang Jingdong nodded meaningfully: "We really have a tacit understanding!"
Song Yunshan's face immediately turned red, perhaps to ease the awkwardness or out of curiosity, she subconsciously asked: "Can you sing this song?"
"This song is one of the ones I always sing whenever I go to karaoke."
Hu Ling was instantly intrigued as well: "Then why don't you sing it for us?"
Zhang Jingdong shook his head directly: "I'd better not."
"Why not?"
"Because my singing level is professional, so I usually don't perform without a performance fee."
As soon as he said this, Song Yunshan and the others were all taken aback.
