230 She Doesnst Even Call Me Zhuoli or Big Brother Zhuoli (1/2)

Hanging up the phone, Wei Zilin walked over. ”Zhuo Zi”

Han Zhuoli put away his phone and raised his eyebrows. ”You are really very fast.”

Wei Zilin chuckled lowly, ”Isn't it just me being eager to meet younger sister-in-law?”

His voice was very nice, like jade beads hitting each other, his low chuckle had a magnetic pull to it.

Lu Man kept feeling that his voice was very familiar, not just because she had heard him speak before, but because she had probably heard his voice somewhere else too.

Han Zhuoli turned around to introduce him to Lu Man.”This is the Wei Zilin from WeChat group, he is also the boss of the Lin Yi Public Relations Company.”

”I know, I've heard a lot about you.” Lu Man smiled at Wei Zilin.

”That's just his popular public identity, there's one more that you might not know about,” Han Zhuoli said, ”He has a stage name in the anime and manga world, called Yu Linling1, he's a famous voice-over artist and has done voice-overs for several movies.”

”I know!” Lu Man was not much surprised. ”I have seen quite a few movies that Mr. Wei did voice-overs for, I really liked them! While watching the movies I even said that your voice was really amazing! Who knew that I could actually have the chance to see you in person!”

Not only was his voice good, but the artist himself was also handsome, he was just perfect.

Usually, for most of the voice-over artist with excellent voices, their looks tended to be very different from what people imagined.

But Wei Zilin totally satisfied the fantasies of those who liked to hear nice voices as well as those who liked charming looks.

”There's no need to treat yourself like an outsider and call me Mr. Wei. You can just call me Zilin or Brother Wei.” Wei Zilin smiled widely, he did not imagine Lu Man to be his fan.

At that moment, Han Zhuoli's face turned black. ”She doesn't even call me Zhuoli or Brother Zhuoli.”

How could she call other men that!

”Ah, that's because you can't…2,” Wei Zilin mocked as if wanting to be beaten.

Han Zhuoli, ”…”