Friday.
In the morning.
On the day of recording the fourth episode of King of Masked Singers.
On the way to Beijing Television, Zhang Ye sat in the car with his heart in his mouth. It was Yang Shu's first time chauffeuring and bodyguarding today, and she was feeling quite nervous as well.
"Hey, hey."
"What's the matter, Senior Bro?"
"Drive slowly!"
"OK, Senior Bro."
"Hey, don't drive on the lane markers!"
"Yes, Senior Bro."
"Turn right, turn right here!"
"Understood."
"Are you sure you have a driver's license?"
"Yes."
It was obvious that Yang Shu was the kind of driver that had not touched a car since obtaining her driver's license. Furthermore, she was an extremely reckless driver just like her rash nature. She would keep driving straight at an extremely fast speed and was a typical example of those women drivers who would send a shiver down one's spine.
They arrived at their destination.
