Stop pretending to be an oil worker, you!

A few days later.

At home.

Zhang Ye received a call from Chen Guang.

"Zhang'er, King of Masked Singers has invited me."

"I know. I was the one who recommended you."

"The show's content has been explained to me by the production team. It sounds really good. It's making my pulse race a bit. But I have some big concerns that are holding me back from joining."

"You can sing so well. What do you have to worry about?"

"Don't you know how many people are in the music industry? Those newcomers are all better than the last at singing. Their vocals are so good, so how can I not be worried?"

"They can even sing better than you?"