Fu Jinghen smiled lightly: "Can I choose not to answer this question?"
"Of course, of course." The host quickly apologized: "I was too presumptuous."
"It's okay, it's not related to you, I just don't want to say." Fu Jinghen eased the host's tension: "Let's move on to the next question."
The line was pretty much drawn there, and the host didn't dare to ask any more provocative questions.
"Last question, President Fu, you said the person you like is an actress, but female artists have a short golden period. Would you rush into marriage, or request her to leave the industry to become a full-time housewife if you were together?"
"No." Fu Jinghen hesitated not at all: "I would never ask her to do something she doesn't want to do; it's all up to her own wishes."
"As for marriage," Fu Jinghen paused for a moment, his gaze suddenly turned toward the camera, his tone gentle and solemn: "As long as she's willing, it can be anytime."
The bullet screen was once again a barrage of "ahhh."
