Just as Uncle Zhang was wondering if he should tell Gong Sheng the truth.
A certain man who was watching the grand finale of city-toppling beauty asked without turning his head, “What’s the matter?”
Uncle Zhang stuttered, “That... that...”
Gong sheng asked, “What is she doing?”
Uncle Zhang stuttered even more, “She’s also... Watching the live broadcast of the Grand Finale.”
Gong sheng: “Watching it at home?”
Uncle Zhang swallowed his saliva. “No... not at home.”
Gong sheng: “Not at home? Then where?”
Uncle Zhang: “At... at the bar.”
Ang, he felt like he couldn’t keep his secret anymore!
Sure enough, the next second, Gong Sheng asked in a deep voice, “The bar? With who?”
Uncle Zhang replied in a low voice, “With... Their colleagues from the production team.”
Gong sheng frowned, “Male or female colleagues?”
Uncle Zhang looked like he was about to cry, “Male...”
The president’s eyes were as sharp as torches and he couldn’t hide anything.
