Now it was Harrison Clark's turn to be wary of her, feeling that this woman might be trying to seduce him and take advantage of him to get ahead.
But this was not his intention; he did not want to become the very person he used to despise.
"Do you know any Jenny Hart songs?"
"Yes."
"Sing one to try."
In the campus, beneath the shade of the trees, a distinct female voice could be heard singing.
This was a rare mezzo-soprano, very charming, pitch-perfect, and emotionally rich.
To be honest, Harrison was shocked.
He had already written off this seemingly glamorous but internally schizophrenic girl in his mind, not expecting that such a casual encounter would lead him to find a treasure.
With such exquisite singing skills and a distinctive mezzo-soprano, singing one appropriate song should at least bring some achievements, if not making them famous all over the world.
"Harrison, how did I sing?"
"Not...not bad."
