As someone low-profile.
Qin Hao felt overwhelmed.
It's one thing for you all to gather around me.
But for everyone to ask for contact information, how is this supposed to work?
Qin Hao, dizzy from the crowd's pestering, pointed at the ceiling and shouted, "UFO!"
Passersby instinctively looked up, but it was empty, nothing there.
"Where is the UFO?"
"There's clearly nothing, wait, is this a joke?"
"Haha, this guy is really funny... hey, where did he go?"
"Oh my god! He's gone!"
...
While the passersby were still puzzled, Qin Hao had quietly left the hall.
He walked outside, unexpectedly bumping into three people on the steps.
"You bitch! You've finally got what's coming to you!"
Zhou Kaifen stood there, fists clenched, a look of satisfaction in achieving revenge on his face.
In front of him, President An lay there like a dead dog.
Chen Shufang sat beside him, not helping, just looking pale and staring off somewhere else.
