Three days later.
The table on the first-floor living room was piling up with newspapers that reported about Zhang Ye over the past few days. Old Wu had placed them together after Zhang Ye's parents kept bringing over stacks of newspapers on a daily basis. This did not include the news reports on the various television stations and foreign media outlets, as well as those from the online media. Counting everything, they likely couldn't finish reading all of the news even if they spent two days and two nights reading them word by word.
In the morning.
After Old Wu went to work, Zhang Ye got up early and stayed at home to take care of their daughter.
"Daddy, are you going out today too?"
"Nope. I've finished all the business and entertainment for the past few days."
"Daddy, I want to watch a cartoon."
"Not today."
"But why?"
