"This girl, I'm really sorry, I don't know how to sing." The young man holding the bamboo flute said shyly.

Saying that, the young man held the bamboo flute in his hand tighter, and he and his little sister occasionally practiced twice at home on weekdays, but they couldn't hold the table at all, it was really not that he couldn't pull down this face, he was worried that he would offend these VIPs by singing badly, and he knew very well that he couldn't afford to offend these people.

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