Hannah caressed its dog head with a muted smile, "Be good, don’t disturb your owner who is about to captivate the masses. Go watch your cartoons."
Golden Lotus lowered its head, gazing listlessly as its owner left the house.
Recently, it felt that there was sothing bizarre about its owner.
However, it couldn’t pinpoint what was off.
Could there be a bug in its program?
*
George River had arranged to et Hannah at a restaurant.
This restaurant adopted a mbership system. Every private room was well soundproofed, its ambiance serene.
The waitress escorted Hannah into the elevator, unable to resist sneaking several glances at her. As the elevator nears the top floor, she finally plucks up the courage to speak,
"Miss Winter, I really admire you. In the heart of us fans, you’re always the top."
Having said this, her face turns bright red.
Hannah flashed her a smile, "Thank you."
The elevator doors opened directly to the door of their private room.
The door was half-open.
Hearing the noise, George River stepped out and saw Hannah, head down, signing an autograph.
Her hair was neatly tucked behind her ear, a small, delicate diamond earring reflecting the warm yellow light of the corridor. Her face seed to glow like the springti.
Having returned the pen and photo to the waitress, she turned to see the man standing not too far off, watching her.
Her face lit up like a peach blossom, but after only a few steps, her handbag accidentally slipped onto the floor.
She didn’t move, just stood there, her eyes twinkling as she stared at the man across the corridor.
George River pursed his lips, then subconsciously bent over to pick up the handbag. As he handed it back to her, he casually remarked, "I didn’t know you’ve beco so popular now."
Hannah followed him into the private room, laughing, "It seems Mr. River doesn’t keep up with the hottest topics. I now have 30 million followers on Weibo."
Thirty million, even trending celebrities like Rosa might not boast such fan numbers.
However, just three months ago, Hannah was an obscure girl leading a double life as a student and a babysitter to two n.
Even though her efforts weren’t really appreciated.
George River handed the nu to Hannah, "Order whatever you want."
Hannah looked at him, "Is Mr. River treating?"
Without withdrawing the hand that held the nu, George River answered affirmatively, "Uh-huh."
Hannah’s lips curved into a smile, her gaze shifting from George River’s handso face to the nu before remarking nonchalantly, "Then I’ll be casual about it, Mr. River can order whatever he likes to eat."
George River’s grip on the nu tightened. He retreated back to his seat, then said on his own account, "I rember you like spicy food."
He ordered a signature dish from the nu, then lifted his head to look at Hannah.
She bit her lip, seemingly a bit troubled.
Sothing sank in George River’s heart. He sighed, feeling a pang of guilt at his mistake, "Sorry, it seems I rembered it wrong. You can’t eat spicy food."
The original Hannah had a sensitive stomach and was very careful about her diet. She had eaten spicy food just to accommodate George River’s preference, but she would turn pale and feel unwell afterwards.
George River knew about this, but he dismissed it rather casually.
It was only today, when he saw how troubled Hannah looked, how frail and pale, that he truly felt a heavy sense of guilt he had never had before.
After the al was served and the wine poured,
and when the atmosphere had eased a little, George River decided to bring up sothing, "About what happened last night..."
"Are you referring to the group debut night, Mr. River?" Holding her utensils, Hannah looked at George River with a smile and without any hint of sadness, "I should be thanking you, Mr. River. You have helped trend on several hot topics last night."
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