The large stadium had formed an odd ring of people. Centered around Han Luoli and Gu Xiaoer's seats, many were lining up, anxiously waiting for something.
"I want one, I want one! Give me an autograph, please!"
"Me too! I'll give a hundred, please sign for me!"
"..."
Gu Xiaoer was collecting money while passing the fans' postcards to Han Luoli.
Actually, the fans wanted to hand them over themselves, even just saying a word to the domineering male idol would suffice. But the idol wouldn't even give them a glance, let alone take their postcards for an autograph.
Not daring to get closer, they could only look from afar, placing their hopes on the girl collecting the money.
Busy as a bee, Gu Xiaoer's forehead was dotted with sweat, her cheeks rosy. Even so, she was tireless, her big eyes sparkling, imagining thick wads of cash flying through her mind.
