"Our Mr. Xicheng truly lives up to the title of super male idol, my God, I almost thought this was a concert venue…" Pei Ruoxi smiled as she stood up and shook hands with him, then led Xicheng to sit down on the couch.
"Xicheng!"
"Xicheng!"
...
The audience was still screaming.
"Okay," Pei Ruoxi raised her right hand, placing it to her lips, signaling everyone to quiet down, then spoke with a deliberate air of mystery, "Now that we have our first heavyweight male god on stage, who will be the other male god joining him for the interview today? Anyone wants to take a guess?"
Immediately, someone in the audience shouted out loud.
"Is it a celebrity?"
"Give us a hint!"
...
In the director's seat, Ji Mo frowned.
This was a high-quality talk show, yet Pei Ruoxi was still in the mood of stirring up the audience's emotions like in an entertainment show, which made him quite dissatisfied.
Reaching for the microphone, he immediately gave an order.
