390. Take a bite of the apple cheek

Sister Luo had been mingling in the entertainment industry for so long yet had never seen any fandom so obedient.

Could it be that this generation of fans was particularly sensible?

Of course not, in essence, it was all because Tang Shu had influenced them subtly.

"I have never seen such an idol... nor such fans."

"Fine, fine, if it's not fifty then it's not fifty, I'll have someone mail these posters away."

While Sister Luo was feeling sentimental, she couldn't help but let a pleased curve form at the corners of her mouth.

How fortunate she was, to manage such an artist.

And how fortunate those fans were, to adore such an idol.

***

Medical University.

As the class-ending bell rang, Tang Shu gathered her textbooks and notebook.

When she turned around, she was met with Cheng Ranran's hopeful, deer-like eyes.

The other party didn't speak, her big, watery eyes gazing at her, but Tang Shu already understood what she meant.

"Still want Zhao Ming's autographed photo?"