The man was in the midst of the group of reporters as he looked in the entrance's direction in a sorry state. Sure enough, he found a familiar figure in the crowd.
"Chen Chen."
With his suit wrinkled by the security officer's pushing, Fu Sinian awkwardly called out to the little guy following Qiao Nian.
However, his voice was drowned out by the crowd. The little boy did not hear him at all. He happily held the girl's hand and did not turn around the entire time.
"Chen Chen!"
Fu Sinian raised his voice, trying to get the little guy's attention.
The security officer exerted more force. "Sir, please don't make a scene. Otherwise, we won't be polite anymore!"
The reporters kept snapping away.
Han Luke's face was so red that it was practically dripping blood. She grabbed his sleeve and stomped her feet as she lowered her voice and said, "Do something."
She had a magazine event tomorrow.
