"What I want to say most right now is still ’thank you,’" Luo Xiaoqian turned towards the cara that was pushed towards her, her smile simple and sincere. "I know that saying thanks too much can seem tireso and ineffective, but in the end, I have to especially thank one person. Without him, there would be no today."
"Oh?" Ouyang Qing showed an exaggeratedly curious expression, "Then, could you tell us who that person is?"
Luo Xiaoqian apologized with a smile, "I’m sorry, I can’t reveal his na. All I can say is that he was my idol during my teenage years, and his songs accompanied through life’s toughest tis. It was because of this that I had the idea to write songs, to bring solace to those who are lonely or disheartened. If my songs can bring so warmth to the listeners, then that is my greatest hope!"
Below the stage, applause thundered.
The press conference officially ended, and the journalists were busy coming up to take photos, while the fans also rushed forward, surrounding her for autographs.
Luo Xiaoqian responded seriously to each one, until more and more fans gathered and the staff mbers rushed over to maintain order. She didn’t forget to remind everyone to be careful with the steps to avoid falling.
Just as she was grateful to each person, Luo Xiaoqian held a sincere heart towards these fans.
She knew that reaching this point in her career, the support from these naless fans was the most precious and important part.
Turning off the TV, Leng Zimo casually picked up the cellphone from the table.
"Congratulations, the press conference was a huge success!"
Protected by the staff as she left the scene, Luo Xiaoqian entered a nearby resting room and took the cellphone handed over by Yu Tong. Just as she was about to reply to the ssage, a staff mber had already strode in, holding a big bouquet of beautifully wrapped golden barley.
"Miss Luo, this has just been delivered!"
"Wow, barley, a big sale, good luck!"
Yu Tong busily took it from her, and Luo Xiaoqian, hearing her ntion "big sale," finally understood why the barley was sent.
"Thank you for your recognition, and for your barley!"
After typing, Luo Xiaoqian pressed the send button without hesitation.
In the anti, Yu Tong had already taken an envelope from the barley bouquet, "Eh, there’s a card here?"
A few staff mbers all turned their curious faces, "Hurry up and open it, let’s see who sent it?"
"That won’t do, it’s written ’For Miss Luo Xiaoqian’s eyes only’!" Yu Tong said with a mischievous smile, handing the envelope to Luo Xiaoqian.
Opening the envelope with curiosity, Luo Xiaoqian saw the na of a restaurant and ti written on it, followed by the words "Don’t stand up."
No signature, no na.
Though she had received many gifts from fans, such an invitation was truly one of a kind.
Its simplicity and style were very much like Leng Zimo’s.
Quite naturally, she took it as being from Leng Zimo, feeling a surge of joy in her heart.
This guy, now playing the mystery card, didn’t even ntion it in a text ssage, just sent a card, thinking she wouldn’t guess it was him if he changed the font, huh?!
"We’ve got the situation outside under control, you can leave now!" a security guard walked in.
Yu Tong imdiately stepped forward, "Let’s go!"
Gathering the bouquet from the table, Luo Xiaoqian then walked out the door of the rest room with everyone else.
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