"Got it." Mickey nodded in response.
Then, following Qi Helian's instructions, he hurried to the director's team to urge them.
Qi Helian, holding a bottle of water, looked around. A large crowd of Chinese had gathered, taking photos and blocking the place completely.
Helpless, he turned around and walked toward the seaside railing. Standing in front of it, a sudden sea breeze brushed his face. He squinted his long eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but lift.
This kind of wrap-up with anticipation felt so good, his whole heart was filled, filled with anticipation.
Anticipating sooner, anticipating faster, to see the person he wanted to see.
"So handsome, even more than on TV."
"I really want to take a photo with him."
"Helian, could you turn around so we can take a photo of your face?"
Two very young girls stood outside the security line, holding up their phones and shouting at Qi Helian.
They wanted to take a photo of his front.
