1355 The Spring Festival Gala's viewership ratings are out! 5yr

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Noon.
In his bedroom.
The two of them were putting their clothes back on.
At this moment, Zhang Ye's mother called to hurry them up.
"Mom."
"What are you doing?"
"Getting ready to leave."
"Why are you so slow? Your aunt and cousin are waiting."
"We'll be there immediately. We just finished watching the rebroadcast of the Spring Festival Gala."
"Hurry up."
"Got it."
The call ended.
Wu Zeqing chuckled. "Never does a word of truth come out of your mouth."
"Heh, then what should I have said?" Zhang Ye got dressed very quickly. When he saw that Old Wu was still only half-dressed, he said, "I'm gonna head downstairs to warm up the car."
Old Wu said, "OK, I'll be right behind you."
Zhang Ye threw on a jacket, then opened the door and left. As he made his way downstairs, he had a spring in his step and felt like he was floating. The feeling was amazing. Having worked at Central TV without much rest for the past two months, he was finally relieved of a great deal of the tiredness