Her lips curved in a smile that was not quite a smile.
Just when the atmosphere became slightly delicate, she suddenly said, "Hey, why were you staring at me just now, young man?"
The repairman: "..."
He looked at Wen Xian, his gaze flickering slightly.
His grip on the screwdriver tightened even more.
At that moment, Wen Xian suddenly blinked and smiled, saying, "You're a fan of mine, aren't you? Do you want an autograph but feel too shy to ask?"
The man: "..."
After her words, the tense air around the repairman seemed to relax a bit, and he nodded his head.
Wen Xian: "Then why didn't you say so earlier? Considering you're fixing the wiring for me, I don't mind giving you an autograph."
As she spoke, she actually turned around, took a marker from the coffee table along with two postcards, and began to sign her name.
As time ticked by, Wen Xian clearly saw their struggle.
Because she had just said that the USB drive was lost, not with her.
