The rousing and impassioned singing echoed in the room.
The sound was turned up to the maximum by Yun Qiluo, as the balcony windows weren't closed.
The servants outside who were cleaning all heard the singing coming from the master bedroom, as if it infused them with a burst of energy this morning.
Each of them seemed as though they had been injected with adrenaline, diligently working with their heads down.
Housekeeper Chen looked at the master bedroom, unable to hide a satisfied expression:
Their master truly was patriotic.
Inside the room, Yan Yan's temples throbbed as he looked at the young girl who had started humming along, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
Yun Qiluo sang halfway, then lifted her small face, her misty eyes innocently looking at him: "Beautiful woman, is this nice to listen to?"
"..." The man was silent for a long time before two words came out of his throat, "Nice to listen."
