In the studio.
The calls came one after another.
Everyone in the studio was busy handling the media reporters while Zhang Ye took calls from his family and friends. The affair had blown up and no one did not know about it!
Zhang Ye held his cell phone to his ear. "Mom."
His mother praised: "Son, that was a good beating you gave them!"
Zhang Ye smiled and said: "Not bad, right?"
"What's so good about that!" At the other end of the line, his father apparently snatched the phone for himself and said: "You are a member of the Party. How can you go around beating up people again? And they're even Olympic referees?"
Zhang Ye gave a hollow laugh and said: "But I didn't beat them up."
