With the aid of the security guards, Wen Xinya shook off the crazy reporters and hailed a taxi to rush off to Junhao Hotel.
The driver was a 40-year-old uncle. After getting onto the car, he recognized Wen Xinya at first glance and his face flushed in excitement. "You are… yes… Missy of the Wen Family… you are called… Wen Xinya!"
Wen Xinya smiled slightly, nodding.
The uncle driver smiled very broadly, grabbing the back of his own head, taking a long time to figure out a complete sentence. "Missy Wen, you are more beautiful in real life than in the photos in newspapers and magazines. Can you… give me an autograph." As if he realized that he seemed very direct and abrupt, he quickly blushed and explained, "That… It's my daughter. She has always liked you very much and I want to get an autograph for her."
