Several of her friends gathered around to look at the photo, letting out muffled cries of excitement.
Once the first person had stepped forward, a second followed. A young man in a suit approached and bowed respectfully. "High God, could I get a photo with you too? I've been watching you since the Queen Mother of the West's secret realm episode."
Chen Hao nodded.
A third, a fourth, a fifth. More and more people came over, but they were all polite. No shouting, no crowding. They lined up one by one and returned to their seats after taking their photos.
The other diners began to grow curious. An elderly gentleman with graying hair set down his knife and fork and asked a nearby server, "Who is that over there? Why are so many people asking for photos?"
The server had no idea either and shook his head.
The elderly gentleman's female companion leaned closer and whispered, "I think I've seen him on my phone. What was he called... High God Chen? He's an internet celebrity."
"An internet celebrity?" The elderly gentleman frowned. "Doesn't look like one."
In another corner of the restaurant, a young woman sat in the VIP section by the window. She wore a simple white dress, her long hair falling over her shoulders. With delicate features and a gentle air, she had the charm of a classical beauty.
Her name was Du Ling, one of the hottest young actresses of the moment. Her period-costume looks had brought her widespread fame, and her fans called her "born for another era."
She was looking down at the menu, paying little attention to anything around her.
Her agent, Lin Jiaxing, sat opposite her. She was a round-faced woman of twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with a low ponytail and round glasses that