There’s nothing to see there. It’s all office and equipment!” Zhang Ye said.
Chenchen ignored his words and stared at him, “Zhang Ye, bring me to see the television station.”
“You guys figure it out. I don’t care.” After finishing the meal, Rao Aimin packed her things and left.
Zhang Ye was at a loss of whether to laugh or to cry. He could not leave Chenchen alone at home, so after some thinking, he drove his BMW X5 with Chenchen to his unit.
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Television station’s door.
After getting out of the car, Zhang Ye reached out his hand with his palm facing up.
Chenchen looked at him before reluctantly placing her tiny hand into Zhang Ye’s.