The convoy began to slowly depart.
To conserve resources, they, four artists, and two staff members from the organizer hitched a ride in the same car. Apart from Yang Xiao, the other two were young artists of JK's agency which An Ziqi didn't know.
Wherever Yang Xiao, a movie star of his caliber, went, he was the center of attention. Given his pleasant personality, he was constantly engaged in conversations by some young ladies, filling the car with the sound of laughter.
An Ziqi sat alone by the window, lost in the scenery speeding by outside the window.
"Miss An, could you give me your autograph?" A staff member beside her whispered.
An Ziqi, engrossed in the view outside, didn't hear him.
Upon seeing this, Chen Yingying, another one of JK's talents, sneered in slight disdain. "She's a popular star now, you might want to stop making a fool of yourself."
"She's not feeling well today."