Zheng yuluo looked at the center of the crowd.
He was still so tall and straight. Even the simplest clothes could not hide his perfect figure. His cold and unique temperament was just like how he used to look when he stood in front of her.
The cap covered half of his face, but one could still see his good-looking chin, high nose, and fair skin.
There was no expression on his face. Even when the fans confessed to him, he only nodded slightly, signaling everyone to be quiet and not disturb the order of the airport.
The fans listened to him and lowered their voices, but there were still many people who wanted to ask for his autograph.
His two assistants and manager both blocked it for him.
One of the girls who didn't manage to get his signature cried out in anxiety. She tried her best to squeeze forward, but someone accidentally tripped her and she fell in front of Jing Zhi.
Everyone, including Zheng yuluo, thought that the girl had embarrassed herself.
