She suddenly remembered that she was logged into another WeChat account, so she quickly picked up her phone, opened WeChat, and saw a message from Dai Xinmeng: "By the way, there will be thirty signatures to do tomorrow."
Yan Zao: "Got it, I'm logging off now."
Her gaze inadvertently swept over the word "signatures" again.
'I heard you and Lan Mu are in a good relationship, could you help me get his autograph?'
'Could you sign my T-shirt?'
'Of course...'
Right, had this guy already signed autographs for someone today?
As Yan Zao thought this, Lan Mu happened to come out of the bathroom, and she looked up and asked, "Have you signed anything for anyone else?"
Lan Mu counter-questioned, "In what situation?"
During work and those charity events, he certainly had to give autographs.
Yan Zao said, "Like on someone's T-shirt, or if someone brought a photo of you for an autograph."
She knew Lan Mu always refused this kind of request.
Lan Mu frowned, "I'm not that idle."
