"Did you bring your CD? If you did, sign it for me." Nangong Jin didn't forget the main thing and really took Nangong Lin's words to heart. Mainly, Nangong Lin rarely troubled him with anything throughout the year, and when a request was finally made, he'd try his best to fulfill it.
"I'll play with Xiaoyi first." Alvin didn't refuse, and of course, he wasn't too proactive about signing.
Nangong Jin nodded, "That's fine, the posters haven't been delivered yet anyway."
John couldn't help but be curious, "Master Jin wants His Highness's autograph? There are a few in the car, should I bring them to you?"
"A few aren't enough." Nangong Jin shook his hand.
"Then how many do you want?" John asked curiously.
Nangong Jin held up one finger.
"Ten?"
"No, no, no." Nangong Jin shook his finger.
"A hundred?" John raised his brow in astonishment.
"Multiply by ten." Nangong Jin answered kindly.
John: "..."
A thousand!
Holy moly, is this going to break His Highness's hand?
