Since Ye Chen was here, he would naturally prioritize looking after his own fans. He would never treat the fans who had supported him poorly—he was all about spoiling his fans.
When Ye Chen and the others arrived at the homestay, they discovered that its owner was truly a die-hard fan of Ye Chen's.
It was one thing for Ye Chen's songs to be playing in the shop, but posters of Ye Chen and chibi figurines of him could be seen everywhere inside as well.
Ye Chen's albums had even been placed in the most conspicuous spot at the homestay's front desk.
A handsome young man wearing glasses sat behind the front desk. Ye Chen's singing played intermittently from his computer, so he was probably editing a video of Ye Chen.
Holding Su Ningwei's hand, Ye Chen walked toward the front desk with a smile.
"Hello, boss. I'm Mr. Ye, the one who reserved the entire place earlier," Ye Chen said with a smile as he stepped up to the desk and removed his sunglasses.
Why did that voice sound so pleasant and familiar?
It sounded a little like Ye Chen's.
The handsome young man with glasses paused, his hand on the mouse freezing as he looked up in disbelief.
The man before him was strikingly handsome, with that distinctive faint scar at his left temple. It really was Ye Chen, the singer he absolutely adored.
"Ah~~~~ Oh my God! Ye Chen! Ye Chen! It's really Ye Chen! Am... am I dreaming? Ah~~ Ah~~ Ah~~~~" The handsome young man with glasses shot to his feet in excitement. After letting out a marmot-like scream, he began breathing rapidly, his face flushed red as he nearly fainted.
Afraid that the other man might really pass out, Ye Chen quickly said gently, "You're