In the front yard of Old Wu's house.
Zhang Ye closed the browser.
Wu Zeqing's smiling eyes left the screen. "Those are the questions you gave?"
"Hah." Zhang Ye looked at her. "They're not bad, right?"
Old Wu nodded and said, "They're quite good."
Zhang Ye said, "I still have a whole lot of such questions. Maybe when I'm in a better mood someday, I might hold another session like this. Even if it doesn't contribute much to my popularity compared to me filming TV shows, or writing some essays and poems, it could still gain me some fans. Do not look down on the smaller things."
Old Wu laughed, "A thief does not leave empty-handed?"
