[Wow, they're really here.]
[Grab a small bench and sit tight.]
[With a loud bang from the sky, Mr. Zhu makes a grand entrance!]
[Here he comes, here he comes, bringing the BGM that takes my money.]
...
Zhu Youhua arrived at the scene, and his first instinct was to ask how Zhu Zhuting was.
He had seen the screenshots in the car.
She hit her forehead, unsure if there was a concussion.
This show…
It's quite something.
God knows Director Mu is still wearing a headband.
Zhu Zhuting was easy to find; in the most crowded place, there she was at the center.
Today she wore a ruffled butterfly-tie shirt and straight-leg jeans, looking both capable and elegant, though now slightly disheveled.
"How is it?" Zhu Youhua pushed through the crowd to ask.
The two of them had been giving each other the cold shoulder for half a month, and now unexpectedly meeting on the show, Zhu Zhuting felt a bit awkward and said, "It's nothing. Why did you come? Making a big deal out of it."
