Just as Xi Nanfeng was halfway down the road, a woman suddenly came running toward him, shouting excitedly: "Brother Nanfeng, I'm back!"
Xi Nanfeng's scalp tingled at the sound of her voice.
Before he could take off and escape, the woman, dressed head-to-toe in leather with smoky makeup and a fiery red short haircut, charged straight toward him.
Xi Nanfeng instinctively stepped backward, but behind him were a swarm of media reporters, all turning their heads in curiosity at the woman's shouting. Before he had retreated even a few steps, she barreled forward and threw herself into his arms.
"Brother Nanfeng, did you miss me? Did you miss me? Did you miss me?"
The woman's face was flushed with excitement, her hands gripping Xi Nanfeng's neck tightly, her whole body practically hanging on to him.
"Miss Qin, please get down."
Xi Nanfeng said, restraining himself, while trying to peel the woman clinging onto him off.
