784 Underwater Dancing Waltz

Zhang Zian had only heard Sihwa's regular song once in Germany. It was not her low-frequency songs. He could not hear them, anyway, as they were beyond the audible range of human ears.

Sihwa's songs were not in any language from around the world. Even Richard, who claimed to know a million human and bird languages, could not understand them. But her voice was pure and serene. No contaminating sound could be found in it.　　

Clearly, Richard had to claim responsibility.　　

He rushed out of the bathroom to get Richard, yet the b*tchy bird had a premonition and flew away.　　

Fine. It was probably nothing. Just consider them as beats.　　

"When will you buy a phone for me?" Sihwa blinked her eyes and asked expectantly. "This hour, or the next hour?"　　

Zhang Zian said, "Your time range is too narrow… Should be within today. Tomorrow at the latest."