Ming Han snorted, "If you think you can drum up votes by reminiscing, your wishful thinking is doomed to fail."
Mai Zheng sighed, "I still remember Uncle Ming's daughter, that little girl named Ji Yunya. I wonder how she's doing now."
Ming Han's face stiffened, and Yuan Pan desperately gestured to him from the side. It was such a good topic, he should hurry up and follow up.
"I don't know about her current situation either. If she's watching this show, I hope she can contact me. After ten years, it would be nice for all of us to get together."
Mai Zheng nodded, then suddenly looked towards the camera: "Ji Yunya, did you hear what your dad just said? If you're watching the show, please get in touch with us.
