The people in the live broadcast room were struck as if by lightning.
"No way, what the...?"
"It was both expected and unexpected, otherwise it's really hard to accept why his white moonlight suddenly married him."
"Damn it, I wanted to hear an inspiring love story, and you gave me a melodramatic mess?"
Even Ning An, with his extensive experience, was momentarily shocked into paralysis.
Seeing Zhang Peng's conflicted yet somehow live-broadcast demeanor, Ning An silently raised his head.
Let go of helping others and enjoy a happy life.
After all, people are born different. For him and countless others, this is an unabashed simp story, but to others, it might be called deep affection.
"I've heard your story, now, come on, make a wish to the Ancestral Master."
Ning An led Zhang Peng to the Incense Burner.
Looking at the Incense Burner in front of him, Zhang Peng's face showed extreme devotion as he knelt down with a thud:
