Zhang Ye asked, “What’s the matter?”
She gestured with her chin towards the television, “Are you watching? I think it’s about you.”
“Let’s watch it. Who’s talking about me again?” Zhang Ye turned his head towards the television.
The volume was very low. Dong Shanshan adjusted the volume with the remote control as the sound became louder bit by bit.
This was a Shanghai provincial channel. Its signal covered the nearby regions. On the screen, there was a caption of “Television Station Deputy Director” under a middle-aged man being interviewed. He said , “This matter’s effect is quite terrible. As a member of this industry, I strongly condemn Zhang Ye’s unethical behavior. If everyone disobeys the instructions from superiors, then won’t the entertainment industry be in chaos?”
It seemed like a discussion program.