"Xiaoxiang, try the ending sentence a little lighter, and try again." Outside the studio, fat uncle listened to Huang Xiaoxiang with headphones, who was recording songs in the studio.

"chocolate, sweet bitter taste, has been addicted to the poison named you. It seems too bad to close your eyes. Your confused expression is so charming..." Huang Xiaoxiang nodded to the recorder outside, closed his eyes, touched the earphone beside his ears with both hands, and sang again.

"perfect, it's beautiful. It's a good singing. Well, I'm glad you've been suffering for a while." Fat uncle after listening to take off the headphones, next to the staff motioned for him to...