Su Yao, of course, reacted.
He opened the drawer of the coffee table, fished out a notebook from inside, and handed it to Ruan Qi with both hands.
"Miss Ruan, could you give me an autograph? I really like your songs."
"Thank you for liking them."
Ruan Qi took the notebook with a smile and wrote a personalized message, even adding two sentences.
After she finished writing, Su Yao took back the notebook. He touched the page with Ruan Qi's signature, then nudged Chen Yutong with his elbow.
"Cousin, can you read what Miss Ruan wrote for me?"
Still shocked, Chen Yutong dumbly took the notebook.
He lowered his head, saw the message Ruan Qi had written in the notebook, and his expression changed slightly.
"Cousin?" Su Yao urged when he noticed the silence, "Hurry up and read it."
With a complex look, Chen Yutong glanced at Ruan Qi, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly read out the words in Su Yao's puzzled gaze —
