Arnold Simmons, the second master of the Simmons Family.
No one dares to touch him, let alone even think about it.
Those with a bit of sense were eagerly flattering him, with nothing but praise spilling from their lips.
They weren't aiming for Arnold, but for the beauty by his side.
"Miss Winter, you're even more beautiful in person than on TV, truly a fairy descended from heaven, and you're a perfect match with the second master."
"Miss Winter, I've watched the dramas you've acted in; I'm a fan. Would you mind giving me your autograph later? I've watched your shows so many times."
"Miss Winter, take a look at me, they're not as good as I am. We've built a new home theater, and we don't play anything there but your works. I'm definitely one of your die-hard fans."
The crowd, taking turns, turned the place into a fan meeting.
Hannah leaned against Arnold's side, listening to everyone's compliments, her eyes brimming with laughter.
