Following Ning Che's gaze, Lin Yi saw a lavishly dressed woman standing at the entrance of a mother-and-baby store, holding a product she was endorsing.
She kept changing poses, facing countless cameras, with lights flashing continuously at a high frequency.
"What bad luck, running into her here."
Ning Che covered her mouth with a laugh, "Others are thrilled to see a celebrity, why are you like this instead?"
"Among my buddies, there have been at least hundreds, if not a thousand, celebrities passing through. In my eyes, people like her are nothing special."
"Buddy, you're absolutely right."
The person speaking, standing next to Lin Yi, was a middle-aged man.
"I really don't know what these brain-dead fans are thinking. I came to buy some toys for my daughter, and they've blocked the way."
"I came to buy toys too, but I can't get in," Lin Yi said helplessly.
And there were quite a few people like Lin Yi.
