Shen You'an returned from the ancestral grave in complete silence.
"An'an, do you think my husband is handsome?"
Zhang Xiaoyu squatted beside Shen You'an, clutching a pile of cards and stickers featuring the same teenage boy.
Various bizarre, cringe-worthy outfits—there was hardly any trace of handsomeness, more of a resemblance to frightful characters.
Kids these days sure have peculiar tastes.
"Isn't he handsome? Let me tell you, he's incredible at dancing and singing. He's only sixteen this year but already the lead singer of the national boy band V-Team. Ah, my darling husband."
Zhang Xiaoyu kissed the photo of the boy with an infatuated expression.
The scene was simply unbearable to watch.
"Oh, by the way, a new talent show premieres on Fruit TV tonight! My husband will be there as a guest mentor. I'm so thrilled—I get to see him tonight…"
