He looked at the old man, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, his eyes filled with a hint of puzzlement.
Ji Zhengdao said with a cheerful laugh, "This is what Anning likes to watch."
At this moment, Ji Anning's little face was already turning slightly dark.
He had only glanced at it, so how could he know this was a soap opera?
Okay, so this drama indeed featured actors with good looks and all sorts of melodramatic plots, but did liking such shows equate to ignorance?
Hehe, and were the NBA games he watched, this country's so-called heroes, that country's league, some team captain, not brainless or ignorant?
Those exaggerated with special effects, lacking any semblance of reality, were not even comparable to a pure romance drama like this one.
Ji Anning stared seriously at the TV screen, determined to watch, in love with the show.
"Heh!"
Upon hearing the old man's reply, Ji Chicheng let out a sneer as if to say: no wonder.