"Make way, make way..."
Chen Mei'Er was somewhat agitated, her emotions starting to become unstable, and breathing became difficult.
With a drowsy head, she came to the television. There she saw... that guy with a cheeky smile and a face begging for a punch.
The reason everyone was surprised into silence just now was because Xiaofan had just punched Ling San out of the ring.
At this time, surrounded by flashlights, Ye Xiaofan confidently stepped down from the platform and quietly sat on a chair.
Turning around, Chen Mei'Er headed toward the door.
"Mei'Er, where are you going?"
"Tiananmen."
"But, his competition is now, what are you going to do there?"
"I don't care."
"At least change out of your pajamas and slippers before you go."
"Huh?"
Chen Mei'Er was too excited. Only then did she realize, and quickly dashed toward the stairs.
Casually changing into an outfit and wearing high heels, she came downstairs. Holding her keys, she was ready to go out.
