She could tell that Jiang Fanyue's popularity was skyrocketing without end.
Jiang Zhe pulled out his cellphone and glanced at his Weibo, which he rarely used.
Then he turned off the phone and put it in his bag.
The concert officially began, and everyone got into the spirit of it.
...
On the noisy streets, there were still many fans who couldn't buy tickets and couldn't enter the venue.
But that didn't dampen their enthusiasm.
A Lincoln moved very slowly amidst the crowd and the traffic.
Qin Hai, who was driving, was somewhat helpless, honking the horn and sounding the siren to no avail.
"Jingchen Bro, we can't get through ahead, and we're also blocked from behind," Fen Ye reported to Qin Jingchen sitting beside him.
Qin Jingchen, who had his eyes slightly closed, slowly opened them and pursed his thin lips, saying, "Let's stop at the side."
"Qin Hai, pull over. I'll find a place for us to sit for a while."
