After a few glasses of wine, Zhang Xiaohua attempted to calm his emotions, afterall his mother and Liu Yan weren't children. They knew how to take care of themselves.
In this way, Zhang Xiaohua continued to down alcohol. Under the influence of the drink, his mood gradually improved.
Seeing Zhang Xiaohua's mood getting better, everyone was happy, chatting and joking about. Even the guests outside could hear their laughter.
In the midst of the bantering, suddenly a song came from the outside.
"This voice... sound so similar!" Zhang Xiaohua quickly got up and ran out of the door, and immediately fixed his eyes. He saw a man in a white shirt singing on the opposite side of the stage.
The man was about 27 years old. Holding an acoustic guitar in his arms and sitting on a round stool, he closed his eyes slightly and sang.