On the other side of Beijing.
Rao Aimin was at home wrapping one dumpling after another.
Chenchen was staring at the computer monitor before she suddenly shouted, “The opening is playing! Aunt, come over quickly!”
Rao Aimin groaned, “What’s so good about that rascal?”
“Aren’t you afraid that Zhang Ye will suffer? Many people are cursing him,” Chenchen said.
Rao Aimin could not help but laugh, “That kid? Suffer? It would be weird if he suffers with that mouth of his!”
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