"Of course I do, if I get the chance..."
"I'm even planning to go to the airport tomorrow to greet him as one of his fans," Xu Shengxia said with a smile.
"In that case, when he arrives tomorrow, I'll bring him here to meet you privately. Don't change rooms," Ke Qingtong said in a calm, unhurried voice, a smile audible in his tone.
"Okay! ...Thank you. I'll head back to my room now."
"Alright. Good night..."
'President Xu.'
Ke Qingtong couldn't help but add those two words in his mind.
...
Xu Shengxia slept very comfortably that night.
Early the next morning, Zuo Ziyang was already waiting at her door, inviting her to have breakfast with him at the hotel restaurant on the second floor.
On the way there, Xu Shengxia told him about seeing Ke Qingtong the previous night—how he'd knocked on her door, given her an autograph, and even taken a photo with her.
Outwardly, Zuo Ziyang smiled and said he was happy for her, but inwardly, he couldn't help but put his guard up.
