The next day, Saturday, not yet eight in the morning.
Li Qiao walked out of the guest room with lazy steps.
A good night's sleep had swept away the fatigue from the corners of her eyes.
Li Qiao made her way downstairs familiarly, planning to go to the living room to find Shang Yu.
As soon as she reached the ground floor hall, she faintly heard a discordant rap coming from diagonally behind her.
"Painter Beibei, painter Beibei, wild mustangs and roses with thorns—"
Li Qiao looked back with a speechless expression and suddenly caught sight of Zhui Feng, who was walking and singing, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Oh, he came back temporarily for the assessment?!
Li Qiao expressionlessly redirected her gaze and continued walking forward.
She thought, if there were a singing option in their assessment, Zhui Feng would surely come in last.
She had never heard anyone sing a rap song off-key...
At that moment, Zhui Feng also caught a glimpse of the familiar slender figure ahead.