Three days had passed since the date of Yang Ming's audition, but he had yet to receive any news that he had won.
"When did Director Zhang's efficiency become so slow?" Yang Ming called his manager unhappily.
At this moment, he was backstage of the variety show. There was no one in the dressing room, so Yang Ming didn't speak so restrainedly.
How long had he been waiting?
The manager was silent for a long time. "There's been no news for so long. I reckon—"
"Reckon what?" Yang Ming asked.
The manager didn't say anything else and only sighed. "Finish recording this show first. I'll tell you the rest when you come back."
Any news had to go through the manager first before it could be sent to Yang Ming. Now that there was no movement from the other party after so long, and even their contact had decreased, the manager naturally understood.
