Chasing for My Beloved Wife

City Z, 8:30 pm. With the sound of "OK", Tian Mo, who was standing in the cold wind holding a microphone with a calm smile on his face just now, started jumping around. "It's too cold, call it a day, call it a day." Tian Mo shouted, throwing the microphone to the assistant on the side, and hurriedly ran to the news van behind to get his coat and hat. It is now November and winter has entered in the north. Just now, Tian Mo took off her coat and hat to explain clearly. Now, of course, she had to arm herself as soon as the live broadcast ended. It's already past the time to get off work, if not...