Boss Zhou was a bit surprised: "With your level of fame, wouldn't sitting in economy class on a plane cause a stir?"
Qin Miao smiled awkwardly: "Actually, my fame isn't that big in the country. Even though my main base is here, the audience for F1 is too small domestically. On the plane, only one fan recognized me, and I just gave the fan an autograph and took a photo, and that was it."
"Oh, speaking of autographs." Boss Zhou said as he started boiling water on the electric stove, "Hold on a sec."
He ran out again, and when he came back, he had a large box in his hands. And that wasn't all; when Boss Zhou came back, he was followed by an employee Qin Miao had seen at the cash register, holding another large box.
Just like Boss Zhou, he too was holding a large box.
Qin Miao was about to get up and help Boss Zhou with the boxes, but Boss Zhou said, "Don't move, don't move, I got it."
