Zhao Ying Ge said resentfully:
"My ranking is also quite low, Representative. What should I do for you to help poor Little Yingge?"
Zhao Ying Ge's singing is full of charm, and her words are even more cloying, enough to give someone goosebumps.
If Lin Yuan were an old scoundrel, he would have blurted out:
"You're so seductive."
However, the truth was that the corner of Lin Yuan's mouth twitched slightly, clearly unable to handle this kind of flirtation.
Chen Zhiyu got excited:
"Zhao Ying Ge, get out of the way! My ranking is even lower than yours! Even if we queue up, I should be second, right!? Besides, I feel like Xia Fan is beyond saving; at least I can still be salvaged."
Wei Haoyun stood up:
"Aren't you and Xia Fan about the same rank? But I'm different, I'm in fifteenth place. Representative, help me out, and maybe I can break into the top ten of the singer chart. Then there would be three of us from the Yu Dynasty in the top ten, and we'd have quite the prestige!"
