"Little Nang 'er, what are you talking about?"
Kong Qianqian had just finished singing a sentence in the room. She looked at Jiang Beiran with a face full of expectation.
"You don't have to pay attention to the sharp words when singing a minor tune. Also, your vocal position is still wrong. You have to use your abdominal cavity to exert force. Listen to this."
Jiang Beiran sang, "Little Nang 'er, what are you talking about?"
"It's good, it's good!" Kong Qianqian clapped her hands.
Jiang Beiran resisted the urge to pull out a ruler and said, "You have to learn it, not just listen. Try it again."
"Yes!"
Just as Kong Qianqian was about to open her mouth, the door of the room was opened with a bang.
"Has your father replied?" Jiang Beiran looked at Mu Yao who walked in and asked.
"I won't tell you!" Mu Yao turned her head and snorted.
