The sun was almost setting.
The two of them had already been soaking in the bath for an hour now.
Wu Zeqing put her cell phone on a rack beside the bath where it would not get wet, laughing gently and saying, "The way your fans talk is really quite funny. It's just like your style."
Zhang Ye laughed, having had his hands on Old Wu's thigh from before she browsed the news until now, slowly moving them upwards. He said, "That's only natural. Since my debut, these friends have been following me all around in my scolding battles. Honestly speaking, sometimes I am really grateful to them because if it weren't for them accompanying and supporting me, I might not have been able to endure through this arduous path. I wonder where I would be now if not for them. To me, I no longer see them as just fans, and I'm not lying because this is what I really feel. It's like they're all my friends, occasionally having some amusing exchange of words. Our relationship is really quite good."
