The fierceness in his eyes suddenly escalated, and the air pressure around Yu Lingqian dropped several degrees instantly.
However, he quickly shifted his gaze away.
On that strikingly handsome face was an ever-present coldness and aloofness.
A few girls approached with flushed faces and racing hearts, trying to strike up a conversation; Yu Lingqian was indifferent and barely responsive.
Yet even so, those girls were still overjoyed, their faces flushing with excitement.
"Ah, my God! Am I seeing things?" Nie Xiaoxun dropped the cake she was holding firmly as soon as she saw Yu Lingqian.
Her face glowing red, she rushed up to Buddha Yu and instantly turned into a fan girl, "My idol, what brings you here?"
My idol?
Yu Lingqian frowned slightly, "Did I agree to let you call me that?"
Even though he rebuked her, Nie Xiaoxun didn't feel humiliated; instead, she thought her idol was incredibly domineering.