"But there seem to be a lot of people, so many fans, I'm afraid we might not be able to squeeze through." Ghost looked at the sea of excited fans shouting, feeling a bit concerned. This crowd was packed so tightly that if someone ended up with an internal injury, it wouldn't be good. He couldn't quite understand what got into these fans, as if they were high on adrenaline.
As they spoke, Gu Xin's eyes were fixed on Ghost's face, showing a "you know what I mean" expression.
"Hey, speak up, that look is creepy." Ghost couldn't help but shiver slightly; with that expression, it surely wasn't anything good.
"I want an autograph."
"You want me to get an autograph for you, don't you?" Ghost's face suddenly drooped; indeed, if it's not a blessing, it's a disaster, and there's no avoiding disaster.
Such a fervent fan, if he squeezed for an autograph, he might "slim down" a bit...
