Mu Yuan blinked twice.
He had never expected that yesterday's imaginary enemy would casually declare himself his fan.
This turn of events was completely unexpected.
Sen Wu's personality was incredibly cheerful. As he spoke, he unbuttoned his plaid shirt, quickly removing it and tossing it to his side, landing squarely in the face of Jia Quan, who had followed him.
Jia Quan took Sen Wu's shirt and sniffed it, looking incredibly lewd.
Sen Wu's shirt revealed a pure white T-shirt underneath. He turned his back to Mu Yuan, twisting his shoulders and saying, "Senior, sign for me, please! Quick! I wore this T-shirt today specifically for you to sign!"
Ling Yan tactfully handed Mu Yuan a pen and nodded. Mu Yuan glared at him and reluctantly signed Sen Wu's T-shirt.
Sen Wu happily lifted his T-shirt and kissed the front, mumbling about framing it and hanging it on the wall.
Just then, Sen Wu's agent came over and whispered something in his ear, his disappointment evident.
