“Zhang Ye.” Tian Bin’s wife waved at him with a smile.
Tian Bin had probably heard their conversation, so he pushed a ticket into Zhang Ye’s hands. “I have four tickets. The two friends I invited could not come, as they had to work overtime. I’m giving it to you.”
Zhang Ye asked for confirmation, “This isn’t your own ticket, right?”
“No,” Tian Bin was amused, “I might not give you my ticket, even if you wanted it.”
“Alright then. Thanks a lot.” Zhang Ye accepted it.
Tian Bin said, “Hurry and go. They thought a tiny trick or two can trample on you? Let the people from the Beijing Writers’ Association know who Teacher Zhang Ye is!”
Zhang Ye laughed, “Alright!”
Following that, everyone lined up to enter.