"Singing? No need for that, my alcohol tolerance is fine. You guys go ahead and have fun." Ye Chen waved his hand feebly and said.
At that moment, a few girls gathered around and said, "Brother Ye Chen, would you like to have a drink?"
"Why would I drink? I don't handle my liquor well." Ye Chen waved his hands in a gesture of refusal.
The girls seemed to have anticipated Ye Chen's refusal and were not upset.
One of the girls said with a beaming smile, "Brother Ye Chen, come sing a song with us, you can choose whatever song you like, let's sing one together."
"Let's not sing," Ye Chen said, shaking his head again.
"Brother Ye Chen, I really want to hear you sing," the girl begged.
Ye Chen thought that he couldn't keep going like this, and could only nod and agree, saying, "If that's the case, then I'll sing 'Little Apple.'"
With that, he turned on his phone and placed it on the table.
