Rong Yuhe couldn't get an answer from Rong Xianning and tossed and turned all night like a pancake.
At five o'clock the next morning, Rong Xianning got up, washed, and prepared to leave.
The program starts recording at eight, and everyone has to be there an hour early. To prevent getting stuck in traffic, Rong Xianning is used to leaving early.
The door to the study opened, and Rong Yuhe, fully dressed, walked out, yawning, "I'll go with you."
Rong Xianning frowned.
Rong Yuhe retorted, "Don't think you can shake me off. From today on, wherever you go, I'll follow."
A look of shamelessness that wasn't afraid of being scalded by boiling water.
"I'm going to the main station to record a program; outsiders can't enter."
"You're a big star; you'll have some privileges. Besides, I've never been to the main station. Take me to see it. Don't worry, I won't cause trouble."
Rong Yuhe patted his chest in assurance.
