The director recorded the scores of all five pairs of guests in his notebook and then led them back to the Siheyuan.
Meng Wange walked on the other side of Sang Qiao, her eyes bright and sparkling. She genuinely admired her, "Qiaoqiao, what you said was so practical. How did you think of it?"
"I just received an anti-scam text message on my phone," Sang Qiao moved her lips slightly and said indifferently.
It was probably because when she was playing the matching game yesterday, she revived by watching a video that led to some website, which she guessed wasn't a safe one.
"That's what they call divine help," Meng Wange sighed with envy.
As they all walked into the Siheyuan, they saw a crowd of journalists inside, and the staff had set up tables to facilitate questioning.
The director explained from the side, "These are the journalists who want to interview everyone today. Just answer their questions as you see fit. The tables and chairs are over there, so you can sit down."