Ah Lin grabbed her: "Why are you in such a hurry? Didn't you see there's a girl sitting across from him? Is it appropriate to just go over like that?"
"Is that girl his girlfriend? I've never seen our idol look at anyone with such gentle eyes. Ah, ah, ah... He even touched her head! I can't take it, he's too handsome! Who is that girl? Daring to steal our idol, it's disgraceful." One of the girls said indignantly.
Compared to his youthful exuberance, the grown-up Yan Song exuded the calm and composure of a mature man, especially with his cold and noble aura. It left all the girls, conditioned to see only effeminate men, stunned and their hearts uncontrollably racing.
Ah Lin cast her a sideways glance: "Keep quiet, trust our idol's judgment. His girlfriend can't be too bad."
Ah Lin was the leader among them, and with her words, although some girls were unwilling, they dared not say more.
