Class after class began to sing. When it was Liang Zixuan's class's turn, Qiao Hongya's voice filled the stadium, and he seemed even more passionate, giving the instructors a sonorous feeling.
An hour was very short, and soon it was over. The students were still not satisfied. After the competition ended, they shouted with all their might, "Master Qiao, please come and sing with us again."
"That's right. Let's sing together!"
Qiao Hongya politely replied, "Alright, alright. I'll definitely come when I have time."
After they walked out of the school and got into the car, Luo Yanyun handed Liang Zixuan a bottle of mineral water and smiled. "Look at your grandfather. He's already old, but he still dares to bother you. He's not ashamed in the slightest."
Liang Zixuan hugged Luo Yanyun and laughed out loud. "In my heart, grandfather is always eighteen!"
"That's right!" Qiao Hongya happily drove the car. "I'm only eighteen years old!"
