This voice had obviously been modified by the beast mask, but one could still tell that it was a female voice. Once it was heard...
The entire place was dead silent!
It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
"Come to my room!"
"My room!"
"My room!"
"Room!"
"Room!"
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Of course, Nangong Yin who was on the high platform, was one of them.
The small hammer in Nangong Yin's hand fell with a thump. He didn't even realize that it hit the wooden pallet. Clearly, he was still in a daze.
"It can't be?"
Someone gulped with difficulty. He carefully probed, "This, could this be President Dong Ling's voice?"
"But..."
...
No one responded.
Everyone present had question marks on their faces. How were they supposed to respond?
Actually, the speaker's subconscious questioning tone had already revealed the shock in his heart and the answer.