"The voice is too soft, I can't hear~"
Shi Mei gritted her teeth, turned to glance at Wang Lu, who was still looking at her, and raised her voice slightly, bringing the microphone closer as she cooed, "Ah Ling~"
"So it sounds good just like that?" Shi Lingyan clicked his tongue lightly, "Not pleasant enough, try another one."
Shi Mei, gritting her teeth again and unable to restrain herself, raised her voice, "Shi Lingyan!"
Her voice carried a hint of angry warning.
Shi Lingyan seemed to see her expression at that moment.
Tightly clenched teeth, glaring ahead, but with an air of helplessness.
Thinking of her appearance, Shi Lingyan laughed softly, deliberately taunting, "Even worse now."
Shi Mei, her teeth clenched, asked, "Then what do you want to hear?"
"I don't know~" Shi Lingyan leaned back in his chair, looking content, his gaze falling upon a photo on the table; his eyes curved in a smile as he spoke softly, "Is there nothing else that sounds nice to call out?"
