Helian Yi glanced at him and suddenly curled her lips into a smile: "You've always been smart since you were a kid. Uncle believes in you."
But with a mother like that... Helian Yi shook her head.
Liu Runxi stood up: "I'm going to the restroom."
At that moment, Helian Yi's assistant called, asking about some work matters. Helian Yi nodded and began quietly chatting on the phone with the assistant.
"Doesn't that guy look like Jiang Han?"
"Now that you mention it, he really does kind of look like him."
"Should we go ask for an autograph? This might be a once-in-a-lifetime chance."
"Kind of rude to disturb him, don't you think?"
Two girls walked by, their hushed conversation drifting into Liu Runxi's ears.
Liu Runxi didn't follow celebrity news, so he had no clue who Jiang Han was. The words entered one ear and exited the other.
But he keenly sensed that the restaurant atmosphere seemed a little restless—perhaps due to that star named Jiang Han.
