"Hello, Mr. Hua Qiang!"
"Please forgive my unannounced visit. I'm Kim Ji-soo!"
Kim Ji-soo said as she bowed deeply.
"Kim Ji-soo?"
Hua Qiang looked at her in confusion, then dealt Kim Ji-soo a crushing blow with his next words.
"Don't know you!"
Kim Ji-soo's beautiful peach-blossom eyes flew wide open as she stared blankly at Hua Qiang.
How could this man not know her?
Was her fame still not great enough?
Could this man be doing it on purpose?
Just as a wave of bitterness rose in her heart and she pondered what to say next, a voice from the room finally gave her a sliver of comfort.
"Ah—Kim Ji-soo, Goddess Kim! My god, the National Goddess is actually standing right in front of me—I'm seeing a living one!"
Hua Jing swept over like a gust of wind and grabbed Kim Ji-soo's little hand.
"Goddess Kim, please come in! Ahahaha, could you give me an autograph?"
Kim Ji-soo smiled and nodded, secretly thinking, Now this is normal!
"Can we take a picture together?"
"Of course!"
"Have a seat first. I'll go get a notebook and pen."
Hua Jing pulled her over to the sofa, then ran upstairs like a whirlwind.
Kim Ji-soo sat on the sofa, feeling a little better at last. Her peach-blossom eyes kept secretly sizing up Hua Qiang; the longer she looked, the faster her heart raced, and the redder her face became.
She frowned faintly and watched it all coldly. Her face remained expressionless, though the corner of her mouth curled down ever so slightly.
The moment this woman came to the door, she immediately thought of certain things.
She had already made up her mind: if this woman dared do certain things, she would not mind stepping in and teaching her a vicious lesson.
Seeing