Bang!
The door to the KTV private room was suddenly kicked open.
"Who the hell is singing in here? It sounds awful! Don't you know Brother A Fei is right next door? You sing like a pig being slaughtered and scream so loud—didn't your parents teach you to have even a little decency when you're out in public?"
A young man in his early twenties swaggered in with several companions, looking thoroughly arrogant. "What's wrong with kids these days? No manners at all. If you can't sing, then don't sing. Go home and practice some more."
The moment they entered,
Zhang Wei, Zhao Lei, and eldest cousin Shangguan Yun all looked at the people who had suddenly barged in.
"I told you your singing made people's scalps tingle. I told you not to sing, but you wouldn't listen. Now look, someone came over to complain," Zhao Lei said.
"It definitely wasn't my fault. They're jealous of me," Zhang Wei said seriously.
"You were the one singing, weren't you?"
A Fei tilted his head as he looked at him. "Kid, you killed all our brothers' interest in singing just now. So what are you going to do about it?"
Zhang Wei said, "How about I teach you how to sing as an apology?"
"Damn it, who wants you to teach us singing? You have to compensate us for our losses. Two hundred each. There are four of us, so that's a thousand," A Fei said.
"Shouldn't four people be eight hundred? How did it become a thousand?" Zhang Wei asked.
A Fei said, "I'm bad at math. Can't I make a mistake?"
You made a mistake and still sounded that righteous?
"My friend, you're clearly here to cause trouble and extort us, aren't you? I suggest you don't. This is against