The beginning of spring nights were chilly, and the quartet of eavesdroppers outside had frozen into sorry states, finally hearing some activity from inside the house.
The quartet had formed because they had mutually compromising information on each other, and eavesdropping wasn't something nice to share, so they had to unite their front.
Yang Gang and his wife were purely there for some fun.
But for Wang Xiangxiang and Chu Lian, it was different as they listened to the singing that drifted over.
Chu Lian's heart was in agony. The girl he admired was singing a song she liked to another man. Though the song was melodious, it was incredibly jarring to him.
Wang Xiangxiang, on the other hand, was utterly enchanted. Xiaoxiao's singing was truly captivating, as though she could put herself into the scene.