Old Zhang, you are the National Preceptor!
So Qi Hao became the Tang Monk, surrounded by a group of male demons wanting to take a bite of his flesh.
Just as the event was about to begin, Qi Hao returned to his seat.
An Feng was already there waiting for him.
Today, it's mainly a director's gathering, with only a few actors.
Compared to the chaos around Qi Hao, everywhere else seemed peaceful, so An Feng didn't follow Qi Hao and found a place to sit herself.
However, as Mrs. Qi, she couldn't possibly be idle.
"They said I should try being a director."
An Feng whispered.
They were sitting a bit close, Qi Hao could feel the warmth of her breath.
However, since they were legally married now, as long as they didn't do anything scandalous in public, no one would care how close they were.
"You?"
Qi Hao was quite surprised.
It was the first time he found his wife so ambitious.
