"Hello, is this Lin Ruochun?"
A faint female voice rang out beside them, Wen Qiao and her two companions looked up to see a girl wearing a fisherman's hat and overalls.
The girl waited for Lin Ruochun to turn around, her face brightening even more with surprise, "It really is you! I thought I might have been mistaken."
Lin Ruochun nodded, "It's me."
"Could you give me an autograph? I'm a huge fan of yours."
Lin Ruochun nodded again, "Of course."
The girl fumbled around for her notebook, and in the process, her phone slipped from her grasp. Lin Ruochun quickly caught it before it could hit the ground.
The girl repeatedly thanked her, while Lin Ruochun still kept a straight face, "You're welcome."
Wen Qiao, standing by, couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter. Lin Ruochun turned to her, "What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing," Wen Qiao turned to the girl, who had finally found her notebook and pen, and suggested, "Just an autograph, no photo together?"
