"Alright," the waiter was surprised, there were four or five tables occupied in the bar today, quite a crowd.
After the waiter finished his instructions, Wang Xiangyang was halfway through his song. Within two minutes, several waiters brought dozens of bottles of red wine to each table in the bar.
Upon hearing the waiter's words, the guests at the tables were delighted, raising their glasses in a toast towards Wang Xiangyang on the stage.
As the song ended, just as Wang Xiangyang was about to come down, Mu Qing took the lead and clapped, loudly saying, "Encore, encore!"
"Encore, dude. Not bad," the guests below the stage cheered enthusiastically.
"Encore," someone even whistled as they shouted.
Wang Xiangyang didn't expect to be so well-received, feeling elated, he sang another song for everyone. Mu Qing gave him a thumbs-up, then pointed from the stage towards the direction of the restroom, getting up and heading towards it.
