"Hey, don't go, my girl." Wang Zhixiang immediately put on his Erkang hand to keep her, "Come and have a look. Happiness needs to be shared."
"Goodbye, Dad." Wang Wei said with a sullen face, "There's a generation gap between us. I really don't like what you like to watch."
"Come and take a look, then you can tell me."
"I don't want to see it."
"Hey, hurry up, just one look, come here!"
"Well... okay, I'll just take a look."
"Okay, just one look."
Unable to resist her father's desire to share, Wang Wei thought about it and walked over reluctantly.
Wang Zhixiang immediately and eagerly made way for the seat, while moving, he introduced it with relish,
"Look, this "Wulin Wai Zhuan" is a real drama. It's warm and happy. There's a saying that goes, watching a good drama is like getting a massage. It leaves you wanting more."
"Tsk, what kind of metaphor is that? It's uncultured."
Wang Wei felt it was inexplicably funny watching her father bragging, but a big question mark began to emerge in her heart.
Is this "Wulin Wai Zhuan" really that good?
Suitable for all ages?
It shouldn’t be that bad!
With doubt in her heart, Wang Wei looked down for a few seconds.
However, it was just these few seconds of pause,
She couldn't move her eyes away anymore...
An hour later,
Looking at his daughter clinging to his shoulders and refusing to let go, Wang Zhixiang hesitated for a moment, then quietly took away the tablet and said seriously,
"Hey, my girl, why don't you wait until tomorrow to watch it? Daddy still has to go to work tomorrow..."
"No! You can't leave!" Wang Wei hugged Wang Zhixiang's thighs and said, "You said happiness needs to be shared. No one can leave until we finish watching today!!"
Wang Zhixiang was stunned. "Nonsense! There are still 7 episodes left. If I finish this, the roosters will crow!"
"Ah, I don't care, I don't care! You have to stay with me until the end!"
As she spoke, Wang Wei lay down on the ground. Her movements were so skillful that it seemed like she had practiced them before. With a plop, she rolled onto the ground like a wheel...
Wang Zhixiang: “…”
What the hell is going on with all this yelling?! We agreed to just take a look, but now you're even more addicted than I am!
…
In fact, in the early hours of the 25th, it was not just Wang Wei's family who were enjoying "Wulin Waijia" all night long. The same thing was happening in thousands of households in Shenghai.
If they were willing to open the window and take a look, they would be surprised to find that no matter where they were, in the streets or alleys, or in the winding paths, there was a subtle "martial arts" atmosphere brewing...
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