"The production team wants to find a witness, someone akin to an initiator, and they're thinking of having topical, popular celebs with huge followings. I'm a bit worried about you..."
Jiang Mian raised an eyebrow slightly, "Worried that I can't dance?"
Luo Ting suppressed a laugh and nodded.
This young lady was like a hexadecagon warrior, yet of all things, she could not dance.
It was as if her limbs had just met and just been tamed.
Indeed, the heavens were fair—while they had bestowed her with everything else, they had uniquely withheld the gift of dance.
"You could consider it; the producers really like you. Shooting a reality show like this while filming in the second half of the year could be quite nice."
"Go for it! Sister Mianmian, don't think it over, you must do it!!"
Yangyang, looking at the proposal in his hands, suddenly sounded extremely determined.
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