Under the big tree, on a wooden chair, Zaozao was holding a book, reading aloud, his back straight, and his posture holding the book was very proper.
His voice was not loud, and he was behind the tree. If you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't hear the sound he made.
Miao Xin subconsciously slowed her steps, approached Zaozao, and listened carefully. Zaozao's voice, she didn't understand a word, she only knew that his clear voice was very unique and pleasant.
Miao Xin couldn't help but be mesmerized.
Zaozao stopped and looked at the dazed Miao Xin standing there and said, "Sister Miao, do you have any business?"
Miao Xin snapped back to reality, hurriedly shook her head, and apologized, "Sorry, I disturbed your reading. Are you reading?"
Miao Xin still couldn't help but inquire, what Zaozao said really made her not understand at all.
