Nan Zhi's thick and long eyelashes blinked once.
Then she blinked again.
She thought she might have seen wrongly.
Her pupils constricted and her heart was almost in her throat.
She raised her head from the TV ratings sheet and looked at Zhang Yijun who was beside her. She asked with a hoarse voice, "Director Zhang, I'm not seeing it wrongly, am I?"
Zhang Yijun had been making programs for years and had many successes and failures. He was a person who had experienced violent storms and waves, but in this moment, he lost his composure and was stunned into silence.
Young Master Mu had generously publicized the program last night, pushing the program to popularity on the internet. But before the final TV viewer ratings are out, he was still worried.
It was until the data was out that he finally let out the breath he was holding.
He breathed a sigh of relief but at the same time, he was in disbelief.
