The man chuckled lowly, "Are you waiting for Sun Wukong to come marry you?"
"Yeah, Sun Wukong is my idol, my favorite," Ye Anqi said proudly.
Ya Shitian's smile faded, and he said indifferently, "Tomorrow, your favorite will completely disappear, from the internet, television, books, newspapers, magazines—you won't be seeing him again."
"..." Ye Anqi was speechless, "Do you have to be so ruthless?"
All the children in the nation wouldn't be able to see Sun Wukong, and they would come to her for an explanation.
"Drive nicely, Guaiguai; otherwise, he really will be gone."
Ye Anqi sighed, "For the sake of my favorite, I can only sacrifice myself."
"Say it one more time, and he'll disappear immediately!"
"..." Ye Anqi clammed up, afraid to say another word.
Ya Shitian was satisfied and curved his lips, "Start getting ready."
"Wait a minute, move your foot, how can I press the accelerator?"
"I'll handle the bottom, you handle the top."
"What do you mean?"
