Liu Yiren's face was full of shock, and she mumbled, "Is Cong Yang from the Giant Country?"
Qin Yi smiled wryly; his height wasn't short at 1.8 meters. But compared to Cong Yang, who was over 2.2 meters tall, he was completely on a different level in terms of both height and build.
Cong Yang looked up at the stage, grinned, and took big strides forward to step onto it.
Qin Yi sidestepped, blocking Cong Yang's path, and said with a smile, "Young Master Cong, I've heard of your great name for a long time!"
Being stopped, Cong Yang was initially stunned. Hearing Qin Yi's words, he immediately understood that this must be an admirer of his.
"Wait till I'm done drinking; I'll give you a signed photo."
Qin Yi: "..."
Liu Yiren couldn't help but chuckle; this guy was too funny. Giving Qin Yi a signed photo, is it to ward off evil?
Qin Yi's expression turned odd; Cong Yang probably mistook him for a fan.
