It was midnight.
Zhang Ye switched off his computer. He had forgotten about the Heavenly Queen in his home and had casually turned on the radio to listen to his broadcast, “Late-night Ghost Stories”.
“Hello, everyone. I am Zhang Ye. Today’s story……”
Zhang Yuanqi, who was sitting on the chair, heard it, “You are a radio host?”
Zhang Ye, suddenly remembering that there was someone around, turned his head, “Ah, yes. This is my program; I have another program called “Old and Young Story Club” that plays in the afternoon. You can listen to it when you have time…” He passionately introduced his program.
Zhang Yuanqi replied straightforwardly, “I’m not free to listen.”
Zhang Ye replied, “Can you be more tactful?”
“I can’t do it.” Zhang Yuanqi replied stiffly.