"Holy shit, it's really Lan Mu."
"Sisters, I'm at the Guomao Hermes and I just saw Lan Mu."
"Yes, yes, yes, it's the captain of LY's Team Blue."
"Hurry over, hurry over."
A passerby girl started calling people over to join the crowd gathered around Lan Mu.
Wang Yang, anxious to avoid a commotion, quickly went up to speak with the few people queuing, "Everyone, could you please make some allowances? Our captain needs to buy some things, and he has to rush to a celebratory banquet tonight."
"Can I get a photo with Captain Blue?"
"Sure, sure."
Wang Yang turned into a photographer, and Lan Mu became like a wax statue inside a wax museum, posing for a photo with three people without changing his expression or moving at all, hands always pocketed, face expressionless.
But the fact that he was willing to take photos with people was already quite rare.
After seven people got their photos with Lan Mu, two sales associates came over to help him.
