Zhang Ye said coldly, “There’s no need.”
“Oh, suit yourself, then.” Zhāng Yě turned around.
Jia Yan also happened to arrive at this moment. With his ticket in hand, he did not sit at the Literature Channel’s area, and instead went to the News Channel’s seats.
“Zhāng Yě.”
“Hi, Jia.”
“There was heavy traffic; that felt crappy.”
“Sit over here. I reserved a seat for you.”
Jia Yan and Zhāng Yě sat together. They chatted happily, as if there was no one else around them. Ever since Zhang Ye’s matter was made known and Jia Yan got his program, many people felt demoralized, seeing the Station Leader’s insidious schemes. Many people from the Literature Channel had excluded him from their circles, so Jia Yan decided not to make himself unwelcome. Since the colleagues from the Literature Channel did not value him, he did not value them, either. After all, with Deputy Station Head Jia, he could ignore anyone.