"Miss, you don't know who Mr Xiao Han is, do you?"
One of the security officers laughed coldly, as if he was despising her simple idea. "He's one of the most capable musicians in the International Musicians' Association!"
Pei Yunge did not speak and only glanced at him calmly.
However, the middle-aged woman pursed her lips and hugged the board. One could see her strong unease from her tightly clenching the newspaper.
She was afraid that she would be ignored again.
Pei Yunge walked towards her and picked up her whiteboard. She said slowly, "Come in."
Following behind Pei Yunge, the middle-aged woman looked uneasy. "Miss, aren't you… afraid of trouble?"
"To be honest, I was quite afraid that you would scam me just now," Pei Yunge said openly.
The middle-aged woman was speechless.
"Have a glass of water."
