Shouhao got his hands on Lu Mian's autographed drawing and couldn't hold back his excited tears.
He urgently nudged his deskmate, urging him to quickly compare it with the photos on his phone.
Whether Lu Mian was really the Guardian God of Wucheng was about to be confirmed at that trembling moment!
"Pfft! Hahaha..."
Pang Hao finally couldn't hold it in any longer, and after he had his fill of laughter, he whispered a few words into his ear.
Shouhao clutched the notebook, and his expression suddenly crumbled.
"Lu Mian is the Guardian God of Wucheng!" he lowered his voice, feeling the need to repeat the sentence to feel truly satisfied.
Pang Hao nodded frantically.
"You punk, you've been laughing at me!" Shouhao glared at Pang Hao with hatred, clutching his neck, "Why didn't you tell me sooner! Here I am, all cautious and nervous, begging for an autographed drawing!"
