"Did she recognize your voice?"
"I deliberately pinched my throat to change my voice. How could I make such a basic mistake?"
"Pinched your throat and still changed your voice?"
"That's right, no one can tell it's me."
Yin Meng: "Come on, repeat after me, Fuzhou."
Lin Shuyou: "Foo-joo~"
Yin Meng shrugged.
Lin Shuyou: "Was it not accurate? I never have an accent when I speak."
In an environment where everyone spoke the Nantong dialect, speaking Mandarin was already quite jarring, let alone with a Fujian accent.
Yin Meng: "You better go and confess to Brother Xiao Yuan yourself."
Lin Shuyou stood up and saw Brother Xiao Yuan coming out of the East Room, so he quickly ran over.
After a while, Lin Shuyou came back and sat down.
