Deficit

, "There are new ones in the cabinet, take them yourself." After speaking, he turned around.

"Brother Nan." Zhao Puyang called him again.

This time Nan Jixian didn't take his hand off the door lock, Zhao Puyang blushed even more, "Thank you."

"You sang even worse than the first time, what can I thank you for?" Although Nan Jixian's voice was cold, there was a posture of an elder teaching a junior.

"Thank you Brother Nan for letting me know that there is no end to learning, and there is still a long way to go in music. I will not be complacent, and I will work hard to keep going." Zhao Puyang said.

Nan Jixian smiled silently, opened the door and left.