Later that morning.
Jiaomen East.
In the neighborhood the studio was located, Zhang Ye's car got surrounded by reporters the moment it drove in.
A large number of fans were also crowding around and shouting Zhang Ye's name.
"Zhang Ye!"
"Please give me an autograph!"
"Congratulations to you!"
"Heavenly King!"
"Heavenly King!"
"Zhang Ye, I love you!"
It was bustling and alive in the neighborhood.
In the car, Yan Mei was wordlessly marveling at this. It was the first time she was witnessing Zhang Ye's popularity up-close. "What do we do now?"
Zhang Ye was clearly very familiar with such situations. "Just stay in the car and wait."
