Accompanied by the music, Fang Zongli came up and pulled Mu Qianli along.
"The world goes by, travelers rush, tides rise and fall.
Grudges and affections, life and death, white hair, who can see through it all!"
Fang Zongli's voice, grand and atmospheric, echoed, and Mu Qianli could only stand back and watch her go crazy.
Yu Xin and some others heard it from behind and couldn't help but say, "Wow, we weren't even born yet when this song was popular. Is Sister Zongli that old? You can't tell at all, right, senior? You weren't born yet either."
Pei Jinxi smiled as he watched Fang Zongli singing in front, his lips slightly curled.
After finishing the song, Fang Zongli, microphone in hand, animatedly said, "I'll warm up the crowd first, and the rest is up to you guys. Now, please let my darling Qianli sing a song for us. My Qianli, apart from everything else, is the Cantonese Little Queen."
The crowd sparsely clapped, and Mu Qianli looked at her, "You..."