Ning Li shook her head. "You guys don't need to go through the hassle."
Intrigued, He Xiaochen insisted, "It's nothing! There are no more than 10 lines in your role. What do you think, Pei Song?"
It was a piece of cake for Pei Song, so he simply nodded.
Right before He Xiaochen could say a word, Ning Li read her lines. Her voice was clear and soothing, sounding pleasant to the ears.
The reading corner fell into silence for a moment, so only her pleasant voice was heard.
The others looked at Ning Li in surprise.
It was Ren Qian's gasp that broke the silence.
"Damn…it's so…good!" He then looked at Pei Song.
Pei Song used to live in the UK for two years when he was younger, so he could speak fluent British English. While the others wanted to learn, it was difficult to master the accent.
However, Ning Li's pronunciation was perfect—the tone and the accent were almost the same as Pei Song's.
