The girl who suddenly appeared before him made Lin Feng stop in his tracks.
She looked to be only thirteen or fourteen, not very tall, around 1.55 meters. Her looks were above average—not stunningly beautiful, but fresh and cute. It was clear that her family was well-off; she wore a fashionable black outfit and had dressed with great care.
At that moment, she stared at him with bright, watery eyes, her face full of excitement and anticipation.
"Sure. You're the first fan to ask me for a photo!" Lin Feng replied with a smile.
Whether in this life or his last, this was the first time someone had asked to take a picture with him. It was something worth remembering.
"Really? I'm so lucky!"
Jing Xiaoxun let out a delighted cry and quickly turned to hand her phone to her sister. "Jing Xiaotian, hurry and take a picture of us!"
"Mm!"
Jing Xiaotian nodded repeatedly. Of course, she would not be this obedient for no reason. The two sisters had already discussed it—they would take pictures for each other.
She was not actually a fan of Lin Feng and had not paid much attention to him. Otherwise, she would not have failed to recognize him from his photos.
But after seeing him up close today, she realized that Lin Feng really was handsome.
It was not the delicate beauty of some pretty boy, but a kind of presence—yes, presence. That cool, composed aura, with a trace of calm beneath the indifference, was especially captivating.
No wonder her sister liked him?
Jing Xiaotian muttered inwardly.
She decided that she would join Lin Feng's ranks of fans too.
"What's going on here?" The saleswoman looked utterly bewildered.
Jing Xiaoxun stood beside Lin Feng. Though they were not touching, she stood very close.