Yao Qing struggled to break free from the man's hold, but his grip grew stronger.
She couldn't help but frown, and as she lifted her head, she saw the area on the first floor of the supermarket was packed with people, almost all of whom had gathered around.
Videos and the name Yao Qing were still hanging on major websites, and she seemed to be unaware of how popular she had become.
Ordinary people seldom saw celebrities, and suddenly here was one who was currently popular. It was like a bolt from the blue, creating a huge splash in their mundane lives.
"So you're Yao Qing, right? What a coincidence, seeing an actress in a supermarket. How about an autograph for me?" The man holding her wrist wore a thick gold chain around his neck, and his actions and words were crude, his gaze holding a blatant tease and mockery.
Yao Qing concealed the disgust in her eyes and tugged on her wrist, "Sir, please let go of me."
"Alright, Miss Celebrity, I'll let you go after you sign this."
