"Knock knock!" Zhang Ming opened the door and walked in, bringing dinner for Sheng Yan.
The video on Sheng Yan's phone was on a continuous loop since the page hadn't refreshed, and the sound carried through.
As soon as Zhang Ming heard the recurring "Lose weight, lose weight, lose lose weight~ lose weight, lose weight, lose weight ..." he couldn't help shivering and grimaced, feeling a chill as he touched his skin and remarked, "Tsk."
"Your little girlfriend is quite something, look how versatile she is, acting in a movie and even taking the role of a singer. She's much better than you, who can't sing a correct tune to save your life. You'd better strive a bit harder, lest someone overtakes you from behind like swoosh, and then—"
Zhang Ming paused, patted Sheng Yan's shoulder, and mischievously winked, saying, "And then you'd be a weakened husband!"
Sheng Yan gave him a cold look, expressionless.
