I didn’t draw any hatred, did I?
Editor: Sparrow Translations
Han Jun was standing there with the edges of his mouth twitching. There was an indescribable displeasure that he was feeling. He felt as if he had been scorned.
He was a big celebrity. But now, his spotlight had completely been snatched away.
When he looked at the ten over excited fans, he had an urge to beat them up.
At that moment, the person-in-charge of the airport order saw the situation and yelled, "What are you all doing? Didn't I tell you to maintain the order? What are you standing there for?"
"Director, that's Han Jun but there are only a few people receiving him. We don't even know what to do," a security guard said helplessly.
Initially, they had already prepared themselves to get scratched and pushed by those maniacal fans. But now, they didn't even have to do anything.