"Ah, Brother Yu, charge!"
"Xiao Bai, I love you."
"Zhao Qi, we've always been here!"
"Su Mianyan, mommy loves you."
Varieties of cheering slogans burst from the fans' throats, echoing throughout the vast venue.
At this moment, in the front row of the audience seating, the VIP area.
A young girl held a pack of cheering gear in her hands, shaping them around her mouth like a megaphone: "Teacher Gu, you're the best!"
After shouting out, her throat felt a bit hoarse. Just as Pei Wan coughed twice, she noticed a figure falling into her peripheral vision.
The seat beside her, which had been empty all along, was suddenly occupied.
She turned her head curiously.
The man's sharply contoured face came into view.
This profile... it looked a bit familiar!
The young girl scrunched up her small face, clutching the glow stick in her palm tightly.
