After leaving the club, Xu Yun went to see his other woman.
Song Xiaowei was now one of the hosts of a highly popular variety show at Jiangcheng TV Station and a well-liked newcomer.
Her beautiful looks, engaging on-air presence, and professional knowledge were winning her more and more fans.
These days, die-hard fans and reporters often staked out the TV station's main entrance, waiting for Song Xiaowei.
Some wanted autographs, others wanted a story.
It was almost like the treatment a celebrity gets.
When Xu Yun arrived at the main entrance, he ran into a group of enthusiastic fans waiting for her. Most were women, and some were even holding signs. It was a bit over the top.
'She didn't pay for these people to be here, did she?'
Slightly surprised, Xu Yun parked in a nearby lot, got out, and walked over, planning to pose as a fan of Song Xiaowei himself.
He approached the only middle-aged man in the group and asked with a smile, "Sir, are you also a fan of Song Xiaowei?"
