Guan Yi and Sister Qin were very consciously far away from these two people, but they were also within sight.

Han Jue breathed the fresh air outside, asked Zhang Yiman, who was a little extremely silent along the way, and said, "Will you go home just a little later?"

"Yeah." Zhang Yiman nodded slowly.

"Don't forget to have supper."

"Yeah." Zhang Yiman nodded again.

Two short responses in a row, judging from Han Jue's understanding of Zhang Yiman, he either did something wrong or had something in his heart.

Han Jue turned his head and looked at Zhang Yiman, looked for a while, and asked, "Are you sick?"

Zhang Yiman shook his head.

“What’s unhappy lately?”

Zhang Yiman shook his head again.

"It's not that the anger I had just now hadn't subsided yet, did Han Jue joked and hit Zhang Yiman with his arm.

"Yes!" Zhang Yiman then remembered that Han Jue had made her angry before, "I haven't calmed down yet!"

Han Jue rubbed Zhang Yiman's head and thought the little girl was so cute.

"Uncle." Zhang Yiman suddenly called Han Jue in a depressed voice.

Han Jue intuition said that what seemed to happen to the next problem would change something, so he stopped laughing.

"What's wrong?"

"I have something I want to tell you." Zhang Yiman lowered her head, as if the patterns on the stone slabs under her feet were very good for her taste.

"Tell me."

"It's... "Let's Fall in Love..." Zhang Yiman stammered. She had always played straight balls, but she could not be completely confident in the face of the next problems. "No, it's...if, the company..."

"Speak slowly, it's okay." Han Jue patted Zhang Yiman's head with a smile, and then helped Zhang Yiman take care of the long hair that had just fallen down and fell to the back of his ears in the faint moonlight.

Zhang Yiman took a deep breath and looked up at Han Jue. Although she was afraid to look at Han Jue's eyes at this time, she tried hard to make herself look directly.

After all, no matter what the answer is, you have to see it with your own eyes to be completely sure or give up completely.

"What if the company asks me to get off from "Let's Fall in Love"?" Zhang Yiman asked.

Han Jue's brows suddenly frowned and asked softly: "Have your company notified you to get off the bus?"

Zhang Yiman shook his head and said, "I'm asking if."

"It's better not yet." Han Jue breathed a sigh of relief.

The worry on Zhang Yiman's face was clear: "But sooner or later, there will be one day. Then the company will really get off me, so what should we do?"

Han Juezai looked at Zhang Yiman's expression carefully, smiled, and said, "How long have you been thinking about this question?"

"Two days!" Zhang Yiman pursed his lips.

"Where is me, I have been thinking about this question for two months," said Han Jue.

Zhang Yiman opened his eyes slightly, a little surprised, then she asked softly: "Then, what did you think of?"

"At first, I thought about it, but the results were not very good. I thought about it a hundred times and it was the answer, but then I thought about it again and again."

"Then what? I thought of it?" Zhang Yiman was very nervous at this time. He wanted to know the answer earlier, but was afraid that what he got was not the answer she wanted, and he didn't know how to ask or listen. It was such a subtle psychology.

"It's not what I thought of, it was you who told me the answer. I slowly felt that even if I got out of the car, I would still like you. Then, the question of [don't get out of the car] is not important to me," Han Jue looked at Zhang Yiman and said softly, "It's better to get out of the car when you get off the car. It's just a show, I don't care. Because what I care more about is whether you will get out of the car in your life."

Zhang Yiman seemed to have grasped something from the fog of life, and the anxiety and fear caused by confusion suddenly weakened by half.

That was the hand her uncle reached out.

"You are a fool! Of course I won't get you out of the car!" Zhang Yiman suddenly laughed, and as he smiled, his eyes felt a little hot.

"Then I'll be relieved."

"But, but, the company doesn't like me to be with you..."

"I know this. I can't let your company, your dad, and your fans admit me, I know all of this," Han Jue sighed, then stretched out a hand, scrutinized Zhang Yiman's hair, and asked, "But I will let them admit me slowly, but this requires a process. Would you like to wait for me?"

Han Jue withdrew his hand and looked at Zhang Yiman nervously.

Zhang Yiman was watching Han Jue, and a big smile spread on his face little by little, returning to a lively state without worries.

"I do! I do! I do!" Zhang Yiman said louder and louder, and finally threw herself into Han Jue's arms.

Zhang Yiman's voice was not light, and Guan Yi and Sister Qin must have heard it not far away. But whether it was Guan Yi or Sister Qin, after seeing the two people hugged each other, the corners of their mouths unconsciously hooked.

[It seems that I have made a good choice.] Guan Yi thought.

[Oh, the hard time is coming.] Sister Qin thought to herself.

They do not blame their respective artists, nor their other artists, as this may be related to whether they are not pure agents.

At this time, they decided to overcome difficulties together as friends and parents.

"But when will you have to wait?" Zhang Yiman raised his head in Han Jue's arms.

"I'm already thinking of a way."

"Then you have to hurry up."
Chapter completed!