"What's that supposed to mean?" Since they'd already arrived, Mia Ginger wasn't in a hurry and casually chatted with him.
Wine was even younger than she had imagined.
Not yet thirty.
About five-foot-nine in height, a bit tanned, with deep-set eyes, and whenever he spoke, he'd flash two small tiger teeth. He looked bright and cheerful.
Quite different from what she had imagined.
Mia Ginger smiled.
"Stop laughing." Wine couldn't handle it when he saw her smile. As they walked, he said, "Save the smiles for the book signing later. Ah, little sister, I guarantee you'll be an instant hit!"
"I'll borrow your words."
"No need to borrow." Wine said flatly, "You've already got a thousand fans here today, you'll be famous regardless!"
"A thousand people?" Mia Ginger glanced at him, surprised.
The publishing market had been sluggish for years. Such book signing events typically only worked for top-notch celebrity authors.
