"No way." Tang Yue rejected without a second thought: "I definitely won't do voice acting."
"Xiao Yue, your voice is really good, it's surely suitable," Zhang Minmin felt more and more that it was a good idea.
Tang Yue's hand holding the phone trembled involuntarily, wondering what kind of thought process Zhang Minmin had, how could she end up suggesting that she do voice acting?
She had never been in this industry before, and when watching TV, she just felt that the voices were pleasant. But what would it feel like when it became her own voice?
Closing her eyes, it was her voice, opening them, it was Zhang Minmin's face.
Tang Yue shuddered again involuntarily, she had no interest in voice acting.
On the phone, Zhang Minmin went on for a long time, but Tang Yue did not agree.
