"Mo Huasong, what did you say?" Xiao Jie, having drunk three bottles of beer, was feeling a little drowsy. She thought Mo Huasong was talking to her.
Mo Huasong pointed to a table across them and said, "That man has been staring at you."
"What? He recognizes me?" Xiao Jie worriedly looked across.
As a celebrity, she often faced harassment from male fans, which had become all too familiar. So, whenever she went out, she was always accompanied by two or more bodyguards to avoid any mishaps.
Xiao Jie moved closer to Mo Huasong in fear. This time, because she was with Mo Huasong, she had not brought her bodyguards.
Mo Huasong shook his head, his eyes sharp as daggers. "He's not ordinary, might not be a fan of your music."
The young man at the table, eating beef skewers and drinking beer, appeared as though he hadn't heard what Mo Huasong said.
Xiao Jie frowned in disbelief. "Are you sure you didn't mistake him for someone else?"
