The recording of the two programs lasted until late at night. When Zhao Bin walked out of the studio, the whole people were very tired.

Glancing at Yang Lele beside him, he smiled and said, "Would you like to have a supper?"

"Forget it, you're a red fried chicken now. I don't want to be photographed having dinner with you and scolded by your fans."

"No, it's not just going to have supper with you alone, calling you hot and Lao yu."

"That's OK."

Yang Lele smiled. She liked to be with Zhao Bin. As long as there was Zhao Bin, she didn't have to worry about anything, let alone...