Jiang Yumiao and An Zhiwan stood in front of the table, facing each other in silence.
Yu He, always happy to stir things up, cheered Jiang Yumiao on from the sidelines. "Come on! You can do it!"
Jiang Yumiao looked at the muscular, curly-haired Alpha before him, who was almost half a head taller than he was, and forced a couple of smiles in response.
[Hahahahaha, President Ning's face has gone dark.]
[He's panicking, he's panicking! His hubby's about to carry someone else, bridal-style, no less. President Ning hasn't even had that privilege himself, has he?]
[Little An Puppy is 185 cm. He might not be as tall as President Ning, but he doesn't look light. I say Yuyu should skip the attempt and just answer the questions.]
An Zhiwan thought so too. Looking worried, he said, "How about we answer the questions? I'm worried you'll hurt your arms, Jiang."
He was a racing driver, and every bit of his muscle was real. There was no way Jiang Yumiao could lift him.
Director Yang had already quietly raised his phone and opened the livestream, ready to find questions from viewers for them.
After a moment's hesitation, Jiang Yumiao took two steps forward and made a couple of gestures toward An Zhiwan, as though considering where to start lifting him.
His movements scared the curly-haired Alpha into retreating several steps. "No, no, Jiang, you really can't!"
An Zhiwan felt as though the piercing stare coming from across the long table was about to bore right through him.
Jiang Yumiao raised his arms to look at them, caught a glimpse of An Zhiwan's powerful, bulging arms out of the corner of his eye, and sighed. "All right."
A person had to know his limits. If he really strained something and it affected