Every day, journalists are waiting there for him, so maybe she shouldn't show up for now!
"Who leaked my whereabouts?" Bertrand was having a fit at the hotel, "I came here secretly, so why were there journalists at the airport?"
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Bernard. We'll arrange for you to move hotels. We absolutely won't let the journalists find out." The person in charge was also very annoyed; Bertrand had come to Hua Country with much difficulty to hold a personal concert.
Everyone knows there's a concert in half a month, and the tickets have already sold out.
But things weren't supposed to be like this, making it known all over the city.
This would leave Bertrand with a bad impression of them.
How could they cooperate in the future?
"All right, all right, I haven't even seen my Little Angel yet." Bertrand stormed back to his room.
He really couldn't understand why these journalists would camp out for a pianist like him, what was there to ask?
