Gu Yu was a very ordinary girl. From a young age, she had listened to her parents, studied hard, and got into college. Her pursuit of stars was only limited to secret. The only willful thing about her was that she loved to dream.
However, even though she had many dreams, she had never dared to dream of the scene in front of her.
Lei Jie stood at the door with his arm on the door frame. He turned his body slightly and a warm yellow light was reflected from the Presidential Suite.
It was not a figurine, a poster, or a human-shaped signboard. It was a living Lei Jie.
After some time, Lei Jie spoke in his not-so-fluent Chinese and said with an apologetic face, " "Boss, what should I do? I think I've made her cry, Yingluo."
His voice was deep, full of energy and vicissitudes.
It was only then that Gu Yu realized that her disappointing tears had already rolled down her cheeks and her baby-collar clothes were all wet.
Why are you crying in front of your idol?
