The news of the work being selected arrived, and Tong Yue immediately called Jiang Lingxi.
"You did it, huh? Out of hundreds of works, only six people were selected. I was really worried for you, but you actually made it."
Jiang Lingxi had just finished filming a scene. She took the tissue handed over by Lu Zhengzheng, wiped her sweat, and listened to the call. After listening, she said, "Mm."
Tong Yue: "..."
Her own artist's reaction was so calm, making her seem like a fool for closing her office door and laughing for a minute after reading the news.
"Did you already know you would be selected?"
Jiang Lingxi precisely tossed the sweat-stained tissue into the trash can. "Yesterday, Mr. Shi accompanied Mr. Li to see the submitted works and then sent me a message. Although he didn't directly say whether I was selected, I could guess it from the way he talked."
If she wasn't selected, Mr. Shi wouldn't have been so relaxed when chatting with her.