When Evan Yu went downstairs the next day, Mason Meng was in the nanny car, lowering his head and working on a tablet computer with one hand.
"Every year, let's count today's (day) schedule. At ten o'clock in the morning, we shoot the promotional video for the show Let Me Sing. In addition to you, there are three judges. But depending on the arrangement, the shooting time is staggered. In the afternoon I'll arrive at the recording location of Echo Machine at 2:30, and I'll be singing Qili's live performance, no problem, right?"
Evan Yu was holding his cell phone and was texting Xavier Xie. When Mason Meng asked, he nodded, "No problem, but can you give me a copy of the information of the other three judges? Also, let me sing and prepare for publicity."
"Okay, I will sort out the information and send it to you." Mason Meng agreed, "Yes, we have made a lot of real and fake news before, making it very mysterious. It's almost enough to preliminarily, and it's time. The main course is here, otherwise it would be pointless just to whet your appetite."
As he said that, Mason Meng raised his head and noticed the expression on Evan Yu's face. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "My mood is very good."
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