The program was set.
The backstage crew of the Spring Festival Gala got busy once more with everyone preparing the props for the crosstalk.
It was rather simple. One table and a set of clothes for the performance.
There were some setting up the sound effects to ensure nothing went wrong.
Very soon, a set of clothes were brought to Ye Lingchen.
"This won't do!"
Ye Lingchen frowned. "We're just doing some talking without much movement. This type of showy outfit is not suitable. Find something more mundane, better yet, in grey tone without any patterns!"
With the order, the crew quickly went in search of one, running about.
That was definitely one of the urgent issues at that moment where every second mattered. Everyone was in panic mode.
The entire private chamber turned silent.
