Back at home.
His parents were also dumbfounded!
His mother turned to the side and asked, "Since when did you become the father of plaza dancing?"
Zhang Ye nearly vomited a mouthful of blood. "How would I know?"
His father: "…"
A phone call arrived at the next moment.
It was Yao Jiancai who called first.
The moment Zhang Ye answered it, he heard a guffaw from the other end.
"Hahahahaha!"
Zhang Ye was annoyed. "What is it, Old Yao?"
"Did you watch News Simulcast just now? Hahahaha! You're great, you're really great, kid! Aiyo, you're killing me. Let me laugh a little more!"
Zhang Ye rolled his eyes. "You better not go overboard."
"I can't, this is really too funny!"
Soon after, another call came in.
It was from his university classmate, Yu Yingyi. "Hello, father of plaza dancing."
Zhang Ye was speechless. "Go away!"
