The weather in Shenghai remains scorching.
Inside a black Cadillac, the girl carrying a guitar just now is sitting in the backseat, sipping on iced juice.
A middle-aged man in a black suit is seated beside her.
"Yinghan, the program team has already been sorted out. You can just go straight to the interview."
"Dad! I told you, I'll handle it myself. Why do you always have to pull strings?"
"I'm just trying to help you."
The middle-aged man gazes at the girl in front of him with doting affection.
"But this way, they'll think I have no real ability."
"How could that be? I've already checked with the program team—the trainees they're recruiting aren't particularly exceptional."
"If that's the case, then you should let me go for the interview on my own."
Mu Yinghan isn't happy with the arrangements made by her family.
