Ye Junqing looked sharply at the man in the stills: "Just an ordinary guy, not as handsome as us, doesn't earn as much as us, lives off a bunch of female fans. To put it bluntly, he's basically a man kept by a group of women."
Mo Yinhe, for once, agreed with Ye Junqing, raised a glass of drink, and proposed a toast: "Great minds think alike, let's toast."
"Cheers!" Ye Junqing was even fonder of his son.
Xiaohuahua hugged Ye Xingguang's arm: "They're just jealous, right?"
"Of course." Ye Xingguang had her own stance, she had to defend her idol. Anyway, after refusing to answer the tricky question, the guy still blurted out her idol's name. At that moment, she realized the advantage of having a daughter; when it's time to unite, she wouldn't lack allies.
