As Wen Huilan left, Zhang Yingying let out a long breath, as if a ten-thousand-pound burden had been lifted from her shoulders. Yet she visibly wilted at the same time, slumping against the edge of the large box her "son" depended on for survival, too limp to move.
"Hey, hey, Senior Ying, is that really necessary?" Xie Junping had just watched Wen Huilan's retreating figure with utmost attention. The moment he turned around and saw Zhang Yingying like this, he found it utterly absurd.
"Stop bothering me! My idol has been shattered, ahhhhh!"
Zhang Yingying's exaggerated behavior even made Raven, who had been standing quietly to one side like a puppet, glance over.
Paper Cut found it amusing. "Didn't you always say your idol was the Martial Emperor?"
"I only started properly following Boss when I was ten or so. Couldn't I have had idols before that?"
"Hmm, she really was a celebrity?" Paper Cut had already searched online, but found nothing. "I mean, it wouldn't be strange for Gao Wenfu to keep a starlet, but Wen Huilan... there's no information on her."
Xie Junping thought of Ronan. "Nan Zi, from the sound of it, you recognized who she was?"
"No." Ronan answered crisply.
"Then you..."
"I told you, my eyes saw it."
If anyone else had said that, Xie Junping would have spat out a "nutcase." But since it was Ronan, he actually found himself half-believing it.
Paper Cut had searched for ages without results and was getting increasingly irritated. "We'll ask Bamboo Pole later. He definitely knows..."
Zhang Yingying was instead somewhat surprised. "So you people only know how to search, search, search? You don't recognize faces? That distinctive smile line on the left side of her face was so obvious! Back then, she was famous as the