Tang Song stood outside the gate and glanced in the direction of the theater, guessing the show must have ended by now and wondering whether Su Yu had left.
This was probably the closest they had been to each other in reality.
He entered the concierge entrance on the first floor and took the elevator straight to the 38th-floor lobby area, led by the service staff.
Tang Song's face briefly froze, a flash of surprise in his eyes.
There, in a spot toward the back of the lobby, stood a woman in a blue shirt and jeans.
She had the typical face of a mature lady with a sober style, her chest high and proud, long hair down to her waist, looking tall and sexy, very eye-catching.
Cheng Qiuyiu?
What was she doing here?
In her hand, she held a large light board, its lights turned off, but one could still make out Su Yu's name and several pasted photos.
On her cheeks and collarbones were the words "Su Yu," written with a purple fluorescent pen.
The spitting image of an avid fan.