"What did I hear? Wife? When did Zhuo Hang, baby, get married? Isn't he only nineteen?"
"He called out Su Miaomiao? Oh my, didn't Miaomiao say she was married in the last episode? Or was it with Zhuo Hang? Are they actually husband and wife, publicly displaying their affection?"
"No way, Su Miaomiao is older than Zhuo Hang, right? How could they match? They totally don't suit each other, okay?"
"I've got to report this. What nineteen-year-old good boy can even get a marriage license?"
Suddenly, the program was flooded with comments.
The show's popularity was so unexpected that even the production team couldn't manage basic moderation.
At the other end, Su Miaomiao just happened to hear what Zhuo Hang said and found it somewhat familiar.
"Honey, what are you watching?"
Xie Yuan turned off the show with a cold face and gestured to Jiangyuan to book plane tickets.
"Nothing."
When the agreed-upon phone usage time was up, Su Miaomiao prepared to hang up and hand the phone back.
