Tang Zhong turned around and, to his surprise, there was Feng Xiaoxiao.
"What are you doing here?"
"Why can't I be here!" Feng Xiaoxiao responded somewhat irritably.
"No, I mean, how did you find this place?" Tang Zhong asked.
"What do you think, with all the talk on computers, on TV, about a 'Back View Brother' who champions migrant workers' rights? What do you think?" Feng Xiaoxiao gave Tang Zhong a look.
Indeed, that was exactly how Feng Xiaoxiao had found him. She had been at home and happened to use her phone, accidentally stumbling upon the live stream.
Having met Tang Zhong before and even having ridden on his back,
she recognized the setting at once and knew who it was, so of course, she rushed over.
And just when she had parked her bike, she ran into Tang Zhong.
"Well..." Tang Zhong still felt a bit awkward.
"Now you're a celebrity!" Feng Xiaoxiao teased.
"Wow, that's something. By the way, what time did Xiaomom say we'd eat?" Tang Zhong asked.
