"I know them, so how can this be considered harassing?" said Lian Qingyin. "I am his old classmate. This is just a reminiscence between old classmates. It's not like we are strangers."
The waiter was having a hard time. Han Zhuoling scoffed. "I don't know this woman. I don't know where this mentally ill person came from; she's delusional and thinks that she knows me."
"Zhuoling, how can you say that?" Lian Qingyin to the waiter, "He's Han Zhuoling. See, I do know him."
"We don't know her," said Shi Xiaoya. "My fiance's picture and name often appear on the news. It's normal for him to be recognized by other people. This woman might be a crazy fan who can't differentiate between imagination and reality, so she keeps saying she knows us."
