Qin Xin saw Lu Yi running over in shock and asked in confusion, "Did Jun Ruyi bully you?"
Lu Yi shook his head vigorously.
Qin Xin didn't ask much, just mentioned casually, "You just said you like the works of the author Xinghe and want his autographed book?"
Lu Yi nodded vigorously.
Damn, I was so scared by Jun Ruyi's antics that I couldn't even speak properly.
Qin Xin said calmly, "If you like it, I'll bring you a copy next time."
Lu Yi was amazed, "Miss Qin, you, you, you actually have Xinghe's autographed book? Do you admire him?"
Qin Xin: "No, what's there to admire about him? He's just a writer."
Lu Yi was breathless, unhappily correcting, "Xinghe is not just a writer; he's my spiritual idol. Others write books; he writes souls."
Qin Xin held her forehead: "Isn't that a bit exaggerated? I think he's quite ordinary."
Lu Yi was breathless again, a bit angry, "Miss Qin, don't speak like that about my idol."
