Tianxing Xia looked up in the direction of the voice and saw an unexpected person, her eyebrows slightly furrowing.
Zhou Lin?
Why is it her again?
What a small world indeed; the last time at the concert when her foot got stabbed by a nail, she suspected it had something to do with Zhou Lin. And now she's encountering her again in this competition.
However, Orange Television is always extravagant; every artist on this show has their own dressing room, and the program venue is in a studio, with the audience seats not far from the stage. Even if Zhou Lin wanted to interfere, it wouldn't be that easy.
"Director, our artist arrived here early after such a tiring journey, and not only do you not prepare breakfast, but there's also no decent dressing room," Zhou Lin's assistant shouted at the Program Group downstairs.
The agent, who had followed out, stood awkwardly next to them, looking at the Program Director downstairs, helpless.
