Yan Ci's face turned red because of Lin Yi.
After all, she could only showcase her driving skills in secluded places.
In public, she remained a shy girl.
"You'll be the death of me, keep your voice down, don't let anyone hear," Yan Ci pinched Lin Yi, "Let's go in first, the recording is about to start, we shouldn't waste time."
"Let's go."
The two walked side by side into the broadcasting studio, where the staff were busy bustling about, most moving at a run.
Backstage at studio number three, all the contestants were gathered here.
Two people sat in the rest area.
One of them was bald, named Wang Zhanwen, wearing a gray long robe. Judging by his attire, he seemed to be from Shaolin.
The other wore a black T-shirt, named Li Qingshan, who sat with eyes closed, appearing like a sage, his abilities not immediately apparent.
Besides them, there were over a dozen others gathered, waiting for something.
