As she approached, she waved and smiled at the crowd, making time for autographs and photos.
Whiskey, waving signed autographs as she passed by, came to a stop in front of An Ziqi, and with a smile, asked her, "Do you want my autograph?"
Despite appearing friendly, a sense of superiority was unmistakable in her eyes, as if a swan were looking at an ugly duckling.
"Sure, but I'm sorry, I didn't prepare anything in advance. If Miss Bai doesn't mind, could you sign it here?"
An Ziqi smiled as she unfolded a crumpled napkin, which she had previously used to wipe her sweat, and extended it toward Bai Xinxin.
Her sincere smile made it impossible to suspect that she did it on purpose, everyone considered her to be just too eager and excited upon seeing her idol.
Bai Xinxin really wanted to stab An Ziqi's face with the pen in her hand.
