Wen Wanzi felt a tingling sensation on her scalp and subconsciously lowered her hat brim.
She hadn't expected to be recognized so quickly after such a long time.
She quickened her pace, but the murmurs of the reporters still reached her ears.
"It can't be possible, Wen Wanzi is already dead..."
"Who is Wen Wanzi? Is she famous?"
"Maybe it's just someone who looks like her, don't obsess over it, better to take more pictures of Luo Chen."
Wen Wanzi breathed a sigh of relief, walking into the banquet hall, only then realizing she had been clenching her fists so tightly that her nails had dug into her palms.
Returning to Beijing, facing those past memories again, she still felt nervous.
Ye Yazhou, accompanied by the main members of the Silver Star Racing Team, entered the hall in succession, drawing many eyes.