Chapter One Hundred Thirty Seven

Macy really wanted to enjoy this picnic.

But she inevitably felt uneasy. Every now and then she would look at the crowd that was about fifty meters from their picnic location. Most of the crowd are Andrew's fans. Maybe because the writer is very rare to appear in public.

"Just ignore it, Macy."

She turned to David who was sitting next to her. The man smiled broadly at Andrew and Marcus who were playing throwing balls, while the two of them sat relaxed on the large cloth that the agent brought as a base with several boxes of food served. Then David looked at her closely.

“You have to adapt to this. So maybe you can start by ignoring all of Andrew's fans."

Her brow furrowed at the man's words. "What are you trying to say?"