"Ha ha ha, who wouldn't want to marry President Gong? Marrying President Gong—that would truly be reaching the pinnacle of life!"
"However, such a man isn't someone you can marry just because you want to."
"I know that already, can't I daydream a little?"
"I wonder which woman will be so lucky in the future to marry a man like President Gong..."
On the way back to the hotel, several actresses from the "Emperor's Map" crew walked arm in arm, chatting and laughing merrily.
Chu Mufeng walked slowly behind with his long legs.
Listening to the actresses ahead, Chu Mufeng's lips curled up as he thought:
"You might as well not think about it, Little Yanyan got married young, impulsively stepping into the grave of marriage, and the person she married, you know him, is the guy walking behind..."
"Humph, humph, humph!"
Annoyed.
The Emperor Chu held grudges like none other, never forgetting the grievance of his close friends choosing love over friendship and making him walk over.
