"Hey, stop singing, why are all these men in black dead?" Tang Rou reached out to cover Yun Hao's mouth, preventing him from continuing to sing, and simultaneously snatched the microphone from Yun Hao's hand!
"Oh my, why are you kissing my hand?" Sensing warmth in her palm, Tang Rou withdrew her hand, annoyedly looking at Yun Hao, displaying an unmistakable daughter-like demeanor!
"Little Rou Rou, be reasonable, you covered my mouth, so I couldn't speak!" Yun Hao grinned mischievously. He had noticed those men in black turning into scrap iron earlier than Tang Rou because he had been observing them while singing!
"You rascal!"
"You big pervert, humph!" Tang Rou was irritated, smacked Yun Hao's big hand, glared at him haughtily, and then tugged his ear, asking, "Quick, tell me, did you cause those men in black to turn into scrap iron?"
"Be gentler, if you're gentler I'll tell you, you know I'm not one to be easily intimidated!"
