— Zhang Yuanqi.
Zhang Ye cleared his throat, tore off the top part of the note, and kept the signature intact. He then grasped it in his hand and walked outside.
Outside the house.
Cao Mengmeng was still jumping around, expressing her love for Zhang Yuanqi, “The other time when the concert ended, I was just 100 metres away from her; a hundred metres! I hate myself for not having the courage to rush up! Then, maybe I would have gotten an autograph from her! It’s my biggest regret! I hate it!”
“Really?” Cao Dan said in frustration.
Cao Tong tousled her little sister’s hair, “Haha. There will be chances in the future.”
Actually, Cao Dan and Cao Tong were also very into Zhang Yuanqi. They were just not at the level of crazy, like their third sister was.
Zhang Ye came over and nudged Cao Mengmeng with his arm, then opened his fisted hand and said, “Take it.”
“What’s this?” Cao Mengmeng not understanding the situation, “Did you use this in the toilet? Aiya, brother; that’s too dirty!”
Zhang Ye nearly fainted, “It’s not toilet paper! Take a clearer look. You don’t know how good I am.”