C161 You Got Hit on by a Pretty Boy

"You are my little apple, little. . . " Qiao Xiaoxiao sang softly. It was not easy for her to finish singing, but she stopped. Her little heart was a little nervous.

Could it be that the singing was too trashy?

She waited for about a minute or so and the other end of the phone was quiet. She did not hear Lih Mingxiao's comment on her song