"Hello, how should I address this sister?" Tang Feng said, looking at Qi Xin.
"You don't know who I am?" Qi Xin was surprised. Was there really someone in the Capital City who didn't know her?
After all, in this country, apart from the Chief and his peers, she was the one who appeared on screen every day.
One could say she met with the national audience every day, her fame was ubiquitous, but Tang Feng evidently had no clue. His expression, his eyes—they weren't feigned.
"Brother Feng, Sister Xin is the most famous host in the country," Cheng Yuanyuan explained.
"Oh, a TV host, no wonder you're so charismatic. So the national goddess looks like you," Tang Feng took another few glances, realizing that Qi Xin's features were truly beautiful. Not perfectly symmetrical, but very appealing nonetheless.
"TV hosts are also human and don't have much freedom. They rarely have time to go shopping and must hold themselves to strict standards. It's a tiring life."
