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Mo Qi was quite chafed by Wang Xiaoqiang's sarcasm. Seeing the other four women covering their mouths and giggling, a flush of red swept across Mo Qi's pale face. Nevertheless, he still diligently queued up that classic Cantonese song for Wang Xiaoqiang—"A Chinese Ghost Story." Mo Qi felt this Cantonese version of "A Chinese Ghost Story" was incredibly hard to sing. By choosing to sing this song, Wang Xiaoqiang was obviously biting off more than he could chew. Humph, just wait and make a fool of yourself!
Wang Xiaoqiang cleared his throat and began to sing.
"The journey of life is like a long dream,
Where frost and cold winds harshly beam.
In this world of red dust, how many directions can dreams take,
Chasing foolishly in the midst of dreamlike love,
The road wanders aimlessly as do men,
Life is a dream mixed with fervent desires…"