We reached the parking lot.
Tang Qing's four cars, along with the three celebrities', a total of seven vehicles, headed towards the villa.
Wang Yan and the other two rode in one car; Wei Yiyi discovered that it was the same car as last time. She skillfully opened the car's computer, went online, and started watching the live broadcast—especially the high-definition edit of Wang Yan's final song.
It was simply stunning.
"Sister Wang, you're going to be famous; look, the views and comments are shooting up," Wei Yiyi said, shaking Wang Yan's arm excitedly, her smile wide. It seemed her job as a lifestyle assistant could start ahead of schedule.
Wang Yan also started reading the comments seriously.
All were overwhelmingly positive.
"Really, look at this, Yanzi, look! Comet Video has put your song on the top of their page; it's the first thing you see when you log on," Shi Lan said, pointing at her own computer.
Wei Yiyi and Wang Yan leaned in to look.
