During lunchtime, Song Yaoyao held onto her thermos and headed upstairs with her neck shrunk into her collar.
She accidentally ran into someone and stumbled a little. This time, she learned from experience and held onto the railing.
"Student, are you putting on an act for compensation?"
The youth's voice contained a sense of amusement, but his tone did not sound decent.
Song Yaoyao looked up in surprise.
"You?"
Her lips parted in surprise. Wasn't this the man from that photo? This was Meng Qiqi's idol and the dream guy of her body's original owner.
"Oh? It's my fan. Do you want an autograph?"
Luo Xinguang raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl with interest.
She wasn't very tall and her appearance was young.
Even if someone was to say that she was a junior high school student, he would have believed it without any doubt.
"I'm not your fan."
