Shen Lian stepped off the stage with effortless flair, leaving everyone else to fend for themselves.
The cameraman snapped out of his daze, practically zooming right into Huang Jiacan's face.
Huang Jiacan covered her face with both hands, her ears burning red.
[My goddess called herself "this bitch"?! My sweet, soft goddess actually laughs that boisterously? No, wait, that's not the point. From what she said, does she know the inside story?]
[What inside story? That Shen Lian's handsome six-foot-three guy with the buzz cut and suit-the one we all mocked him for-actually exists? Please, somebody, anybody, come slap me. I feel like I'm dreaming.]
[Shen Lian's partner is so handsome... That kind of fierce, razor-edged beauty actually exists in this world!]
[Fuck! There are too many bombshells. I don't know which one to discuss first!]
[Cameraman, please move the camera a little, thanks. You're making our Lin Fu look really dopey standing there at a loss.]
Shen Lian headed straight backstage.
Up on the second floor, Chu Yilan had already disappeared as well.
Shen Lian went to intercept him at the entrance to the VIP area. The bodyguard was one of Nie Sheng's men and knew Shen Lian. He had just nodded politely and was about to step aside when Chu Yilan came striding down.
"You even got me a flower." Before Shen Lian finished speaking, he had already thrown his arms around Chu Yilan. He moved so fast, radiating indescribable excitement, that he pinned both of Chu Yilan's arms tightly to his sides. For once, the man's expression was a sight to behold: his surprise had yet to fade, mingled with traces of happiness and confusion. As if he understood that silent question, Shen Lian looked up and smiled. "It's my birthday, but the birthday present I want