Which Hand Touched Her (9)
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Where is Liu Yunlong?"
"In the VIP Lounge."
"Did you invite him? Those fans are all chasing after him. If he doesn't go on stage, those fans will throw mineral water bottles at me."
"We invited him, but he doesn't go on stage. What can we do?"
Tong Da came to the door of the VIP lounge and reprimanded his manager in a low voice, "Alright, I got it."
Both of them pushed open the door and entered.
Liu Wenlong sat on the sofa with his two legs stacked on top of each other. The black shirt on his right arm was rolled up twice, revealing his wheat-coloured forearm. He had a cigarette between his fingers and was smoking it.
Tong Da had a fawning look on his face. "Yunlong, it's time for your show. After smoking this cigarette, let's go out quickly."
"Yeah, those fans can't wait to see you..."
Liu Yunlong looked at the manager in the smoke. "Who do you think you are? Get lost!"
The manager was stunned.