Disagree? My husband has a mouth, there was no misunderstanding at all!

Chapter 180 Maybe next time we can do it earlier, or choose to do it during the day.

Even so, Yan Zhuoyu still returned the transferred amount to Pei Jincheng and politely inquired whether it had been transferred to the wrong person.

Pei Jincheng, being a man of few words, quickly turned back and said he hadn't turned to the wrong place.

Since she hadn't made a mistake, Yan Zhuoyu accepted it readily and thanked him cheerfully, "Thank you, Uncle."

That's right, she still calls Pei Jincheng "uncle" without changing her address, which is Lin Qinglan's intention.

Yan Zhuoyu was still on the phone with Pei Weijin.

"He didn't transfer the money to the wrong person; it was indeed for me. However, he kept typing for a long time without any response, and I don't know what he wanted to say."

Pei Weijin didn't take it seriously: "No need to pay him any mind."

Yan Zhuoyu shrugged and lay down comfortably on the soft bed, her complexion much better than in the afternoon.

She wasn't one to meddle, especially since the complex and delicate relationship between her and her son should be left to them to handle.

All she had to do was stand by Pei Weijin's side.

"By the way, did you take your medicine today? Do you still have a fever?"

Pei Weijin picked up the thermometer on the table and held it up to the screen for her to see: "No fever, just a slightly sore throat."

Yan Zhuoyu narrowed her eyes and checked the scale: 36.7 degrees.

"That's good. Remember to drink more hot water."

Upon hearing this, she felt like a terrible woman and quickly added, "After taking your medicine, get some rest."

It would have been better if he hadn't made up for it. Putting the two sentences together makes it sound more like a scumbag's quote: "Don't bother me if there's nothing wrong, just go wash up and go to sleep."

Fortunately, Pei Weijin didn't make too many connections, nor would he think in that direction.

He obediently stood up, poured himself a glass of warm water in front of Yan Zhuoyu, and took it along with the anti-inflammatory medicine.

"Thank you for your concern, honey. However, you went to bed too late last night and got up early to catch your flight today. You're not getting enough sleep, so you should get some rest so as not to affect your performance on set tomorrow."

Yan Zhuoyu was a little annoyed, and said with a forced smile, "Hehe, President Pei, do you not know why I went to bed late last night?"

"Feel sorry."

Pei Weijin's attitude in admitting his mistake was sincere, but he said something surprising: "Maybe next time we can start earlier, or choose to do it during the day, so you won't be sleep-deprived."

Yan Zhuoyu took a deep breath. Was that what she meant?

Going to bed early is obviously not realistic.

The two chatted for a while longer, and as the night grew late, neither wanted to hang up first.

Around 10:30, Pei Jincheng finally finished editing the message and sent it over.

Yan Zhuoyu opened the message: "Wait a minute, your dad sent a message."

"what?"

She repeated, slightly hesitantly, "Your father said, 'You're welcome, thank you.'"

The man in the video slightly curled the corners of his lips, his light gray eyes calm and undisturbed.

He wasn't surprised to hear Pei Jincheng's words; they perfectly matched his impression of his father's personality.

He understood that Pei Jincheng's implication was that he was grateful to Yan Zhuoyu for saving him.

It could also be a subtle way of expressing concern, but if you're really worried, why not talk to him in person?

His fatherly love was reserved, but he was never like that towards Pei Ruolin.

Yan Zhuoyu was wrapped in a quilt, the warm and cozy bed making her drowsy. She yawned, her eyelashes glistening with moisture.

She noticed that Pei Weijin's expression hadn't changed much, but his smile was a little fainter than before.

Yan Zhuoyu quickly replied to Pei Jincheng's message, then exited the chat and stopped paying attention to his replies.

But how do you comfort a man who is feeling down?

She blinked her beautiful eyes, hid half her face under the covers, and tentatively whispered, "Goodnight, baby."

"Ok?"

Pei Weijin was easily distracted by her and used the same trick again: "What did you just say? The network is not very good."

Yan Zhuoyu could tell he was doing it on purpose, but considering he wasn't in a good mood, she decided to grant him a tiny bit of special privilege.

She turned over and lay on her side, her smooth, straight black hair cascading over her shoulders, her voice soft and gentle, as if she were coaxing a child.

"I said, sweet baby, go to sleep early and have sweet dreams."

The lights in the two rooms, several kilometers apart, went out almost simultaneously, leaving the screens completely black except for the faint glow of the phone screens illuminating the deep features of the two people.

Pei Weijin's voice, clear and cold like frost, came through the earphone: "Miss Yan, I love you, goodnight."

-

In mid-December, with the successful completion of filming for "Sword Chant", Yan Zhuoyu received an invitation from the production team of "Ranch Mayhem 3".

This animated feature film is scheduled for release during the winter break, making the need for voice actors particularly urgent.

Both parties agreed to meet at the production team's dubbing studio.

Upon seeing the two, voice director Su Xingyu came to greet them.

After some pleasantries, Qiao Xinyun got straight to the point and inquired about the specific procedures and arrangements for the audition.

Director Su adjusted his glasses and led them towards the dubbing studio: "I believe you two have heard that the original voice actress for Little Sheep Lily has encountered some issues. Because her voice is highly distinctive, if we rashly replace her with a voice actress with a completely different style, we may lose a large number of young viewers. We have been searching for a suitable voice actress."

"It was Ms. Lin Xiangyi who strongly recommended you to us, Ms. Yan."

"After watching your performance on the dubbing variety show, we believe that your voice is a perfect match for this character. Therefore, we would like to ask you to try dubbing first. If your delivery of the lines meets our expectations, we can sign a formal contract directly."

Yan Zhuoyu nodded in agreement: "No problem, I'm willing to give it a try."

She took a short script from her assistant and began to familiarize herself with the pronunciation of the original dubbing.

Yu Xi is a veteran stage actor who had previously given Yan Zhuoyu several lessons on dialogue.

She advised Yan Zhuoyu that an excellent actor must have their own unique charm. Although dubbing might be more fitting to the role, if the voice is out of sync with the character, it can easily cause the audience to lose their sense of immersion.

What audiences should remember most is not your voice acting, but the vivid character you portray.

Since then, Yan Zhuoyu has been practicing and constantly improving her delivery of lines and her ability to express emotions.

After she finished familiarizing herself with the lines and entered the dubbing room, Qiao Xinyun and Director Su and others listened outside.

Yan Zhuoyu's performance was seamless, with almost no pauses, and her emotional delivery was even more nuanced than that of the original voice actress.

Upon hearing this, Director Su immediately decided to sign her.

Just as the two parties were finalizing the contract details, a foreign man walked over.

He extended his hand to Yan Zhuoyu: "Hello, Ms. Yan, I am the chief director of 'Race Brawl 3'. May I ask your English level? Are you interested in English dubbing?"