C272 Drunk

An ethereal voice, a beautiful melody, and a refreshing feeling.

After he finished singing, the music lingered in the air.

Ma Xiaoli felt good about herself. She thought Ma Junhao would clap for her or something, but when she saw him sitting on the sofa in a daze, she took the microphone to him and asked:

"Brother, what happened to you?" Is my sister not singing well? "

"No …." "No..