"So, you really are Meng Ke'er?! Ah, my God! Meng Ke'er is actually standing right in front of me, oh gosh, I must be dreaming. Xue'er, Xue'er, pinch me, pinch me. Ouch, just pinch me."
Just as Meng Ke'er was pondering over what Meng Xue'er had said, Li Mei, who deduced Meng Ke'er's identity from their conversation and reactions, was clearly overwhelmed with excitement.
"Ouch, that hurts! I'm not dreaming, I've really seen Meng Ke'er in person. And also, it's at our company. Oh my gosh, Xue'er, come quickly."
Completely overtaken by excitement, Li Mei immediately dragged Meng Xue'er away from the front desk.
After getting close to Meng Ke'er, Li Mei promptly took out her phone, her eyes sparkling with countless stars of admiration, and pleaded with Meng Ke'er, "Meng, Miss Meng, I'm your die-hard fan. I've liked you for a long time. I really, really like you a lot. Can I take a photo with you?"
Meng Ke'er, awakened by Li Mei's words, somewhat dazed, instinctively replied, "Here?"
