"Hello, may I borrow your phone? We are lost," Sheng Tang rested for a moment, then went inside to speak to the staff.
She had been hustling in the entertainment industry for nearly twenty years, and her face was practically known to everyone, even in the most remote places.
She forced a smile.
The staff's expression, however, was not the usual shock of seeing a celebrity, but rather a kind one: "Student, why did you come here so late?"
Then he looked outside, "What's wrong with your boyfriend? Is he drunk? You kids...."
As he spoke, he pushed the desk phone towards her without asking if Sheng Tang had money to pay for the call.
Student?
Sheng Tang was truly taken aback by this address.
No matter how well she maintained herself, she was already thirty-eight. Not even lighting and foundation could hide her age, much less in such a disheveled state?
She glanced at the glass door.
The outside light was dim, but the lights inside were bright, so the transparent glass door could reflect her image.
At first glance, the back of her neck stiffened.
She tried closing her eyes and reopening them.
On the glass door, there still appeared a fat person wearing a school uniform.
Sheng Tang stretched out her hand.
Both hands, the fingers not short, but thick like carrots.
Such plump hands.
It was no wonder that the man leaning completely against her earlier didn't feel heavy; she had the strength to carry him all the way here.
Sheng Tang was in a daze for three seconds.
She closed her eyes again: "I am dreaming."
The staff looked at her in confusion.
Sheng Tang avoided looking at the glass door, turned around, and picked up the phone to make a call. Even though she was trying her best to control herself, her hands were shaking.
As if she had developed a phobia of the dark.
She dialed her agent's number: "Sorry, the number you have dialed is empty."
Then she called her assistant, and it was the same: "empty number."
Finally, she called her own phone.
Empty number, empty number, empty number!
The actress who had been dazzling for a time, just received an international award, Sheng Tang, listened to the mechanical female voice on the phone repeating the same words, her whole body stiffened.
The staff continued to watch her in surprise.
At that moment, several cars arrived outside.
Several people got off the cars, turned on the high beams to the maximum, and surrounded the boy.
They were saying something to him.
The boy, who had been holding onto the lamppost since Sheng Tang let go of him, refused to let go.
Now, he was still doing the same.
"Get it," the man in the suit leading the group said.
The person behind him passed a syringe.
"Student, what are they doing?" The staff nudged the dazed Sheng Tang, "It looks like they are going to take your boyfriend."
Sheng Tang regained her senses and rushed out.
The car lights were particularly bright.
The man in the suit was about to inject the tranquilizer into the shivering boy's arm, slightly rolling up his sleeve. Sheng Tang saw his watch.
A watch worth hundreds of thousands; this man wouldn't need to resort to robbery, especially such blatant robbery.
She stepped forward: "Excuse me..."
The boy hugging the lamppost mustered all his strength, pushed away the crowd, and ran to Sheng Tang, tightly wrapping his arms around her.
From his throat, came a whimper like a small animal.
In the moment he rushed over, Sheng Tang got a clear look at his face.
He was a very handsome but slightly immature boy, about seventeen or eighteen years old.
The people standing behind the man in the suit were all shocked by this scene.
The young master of their house never touched any living thing, including people. Yet now, he was clinging to a girl, which was simply unbelievable.
Only the man in the suit remained calm: "Student, do you know our young master?"