"Okay."
Zhang Jingwen put away her autograph pen, feeling a sense of accomplishment.
"Would you like to take a photo together?" Zhang Jingwen generously initiated.
Chen Feng wanted to say no, but eventually nodded and said, "Of course."
So, Chen Feng took out his phone and took a photo with her. Zhang Jingwen even leaned in close without much reservation and made a scissor hand gesture.
"Thank you."
Chen Feng put his phone away and was about to leave.
Zhang Jingwen smiled and nodded, "Just support me legitimately in the future, otherwise I'll get angry. By the way, what's your name?"
Chen Feng thought for a moment and directly said his own name, "Chen Feng."
"Okay, then. I wish you a pleasant life."
Although Zhang Jingwen was happy to have Chen Feng as an ardent, covert fan and was down-to-earth with him, it was not possible for her to engage too deeply; a proper distance was necessary.
Thus, she didn't talk much with Chen Feng. After speaking, she left with Wang Yuee.
