Zhu Xu ridiculed Zhang Yang, now feeling that Zhang Yang was just a big idiot.
His cousin Pan Jinquan was a bona fide celebrity assistant, yet this idiot had even made a presumptuous phone call.
"Come on, brother, you're too funny. I've never seen an idiot like you. You're a nobody, and you think you know the big star Shen Mange? Ask the people inside, does anyone believe you?"
"Cousin, isn't this hilarious?"
Pan Jinquan was still somewhat in a daze, and when Zhu Xu called him, he responded with an "Ah?"
"Cousin, what's wrong with you? Tell me if he's funny or not, he even asked you what your name is." Zhu Xu hadn't noticed anything odd about Pan Jinquan.
At this moment, Pan Jinquan's mind was filled with the conversation between Zhang Yang and the voice on the phone.
"There's no fan meeting!"
"Assistant? Who is that?"
Both the voice and the tone were too similar to Shen Mange's, just too similar.
