The Asian philanthropic ambassador!

Noon.

12 o'clock.

At the villa.

Zhang Ye pushed open the door and went in, saying loudly, "I'm home!"

Inside the living room, he could see that his parents and Wu Zeqing were here. They were making lunch.

Old Wu turned around and looked at him. She smiled and said, "You're home? What tea would you like? I'll brew it for you."

Zhang Ye waved it off. "There's no need. I wanna rest for a bit first."

His mother asked, "Why are you back so late? Didn't you say that you were landing in Beijing at 8 AM?"

"I did land at 8 AM." Zhang Ye slumped onto the sofa and said in an exhausted voice, "But I was blocked from leaving by all the people asking for my autograph the moment I landed. I signed it for them one by one until my hands went soft." He raised his right hand. "Look, just look at this. I almost can't lift it up. Those awful people tortured me so much."

His father said, "Why didn't you just turn them down then?"