"Hello everyone."
Since he was exposed, Qin Hao no longer hesitated and waved with a generous smile.
"Ah! I'm dying!"
A girl exaggeratedly shouted, then walked over first, her face full of excitement: "Qin Hao, can I ask you to sign your autograph?"
"Of course."
Taking the paper and pen handed over by the girl, Qin Hao scribbled an unartistic signature, then seeing the girl's infatuated expression, he laughed: "Want to take a photo together?"
"Really?"
The girl was so excited she almost took off, quickly taking out her phone, shyly trying to get closer to Qin Hao.
Qin Hao was much more open, directly leaning his face closer, with their faces less than half a centimeter apart.
"Cheese."
Qin Hao smiled lightly, the girl nervously pressed the screen, leaving a photo worth cherishing.
"Qin Hao, you're really good looking, I'm so ugly!"
