She saw all the comments and private messages from a media post.

She saw it.

But she couldn't explain.

A person who had never appeared in her eighteen years of life;

A person who only remembers her many years after her mother’s death;

She couldn't explain: Such a person is her father.

...

Yan Ge is dignified by nature and is introverted. Even if he has something to do in his heart, he will not easily speak.

This is especially true.

So those comments were not answered, those calls were not answered.

She couldn't give an answer to the questions they wanted to ask.

On the thin screen of the mobile phone that was flickering and beating and finally silent, Yan Ge's eyebrows and eyes were slightly condensed.

So, she saw that the next second, the fourth call prompt appeared.

I love beans.

Yan Ge: "..."

Her idol called her.

Unconsciously, the hand left the string and then extended in the direction of the phone, but paused again.

In case, she wants.

In case, her idol will ask the same question—

How would she answer?

Thinking of this, the extended movement solidified, and the hand stopped in mid-air.

Then slowly fall.

The call is not connected until the ringing is over.

Unable to say what the mood was, Yan Ge breathed a sigh of relief, but did not feel relaxed.

The heart is still as tight as a string.

But at this moment, the phone screen suddenly lit up again.

It still comes from "My Idol", but this time, not a call prompt, but a green banner, WeChat message.

My idol: [Respond to my phone number.]

My idol: [Now, now.]

The other party is entering...
Chapter completed!