"God Lie, do you have time to chat?"
"God Lie, I'll come toast you later, please give me the honor!"
"God Lie, my dad invested in your fund, haha, never thought I'd run into you here, what a coincidence!"
"God Lie..."
By the time Han Lie stepped down from the little stage, greetings were rising up all around him, sounding genuinely close and enthusiastic.
Enthusiasm and fervor are not the same thing.
If the previous fervor was just commercial hype, everyone going with the flow, then the attitude now was a kind of heartfelt recognition.
Tang Xintian watched this scene, unable to hold back a sigh.
Han Lie is just too good at reading people—what kind of monster is this?
What she'd worried about didn't happen at all.
When Han Lie ran that lecture, he'd been so confident he was almost arrogant, bristling with defiance, every line carrying the subtext of "I'm the shit, you all should listen to me."
