"Jessica? It's been ages! How come I didn't see you inside just now?"
The person who had arrived was the well-known actress Jessica Alba.
Chen smiled and went over to hug her, then let go with a quick, tactful embrace.
Like him, she was from California and had always been a devoted Lakers fan. She was a friend of Kobe's outside the league, and over the past couple of years, through Chen Xi's day-to-day interactions with Kobe, she had also become one of his friends in the entertainment industry.
"I was chatting with a few friends. Kobe told me you were here, so I came over to say hi. What's wrong? Our current League First Person looks a little gloomy."
"Hahahaha, not at all. I just suddenly felt a little cooped up inside and wanted to come out for some fresh air. You have to admit, the weather outdoors in Los Angeles is always so pleasant."
"If you like it, why not stay here? If you ask me, you should've transferred to Los Angeles last summer. You had that kind of freedom, didn't you?"
"Ahem. Los Angeles is great, but New York isn't bad either. You know how it is—choices like that often involve a lot of different considerations."
"But as fans, we don't think about any of that."
Jessica blinked, and the allure of a mature woman blossomed in that instant. Paired with her sweet, signature smile, it was enough to make anyone forget her age and her family background.
Fortunately, Chen had seen plenty of "good pork," and his self-control was strong enough that he simply kept smiling and met her eyes.
A friend of mine in Hangzhou once said that when you look at a woman, you should start with her eyes...
"I understand how fans feel,