Director Huang hinted with a laugh, "Hahaha, it looks like our Sang Emperor is someone who needs praise too."
"I'm rooting for your eloquence, contestant Chen Ling," Director Lv cheered him on.
"Sang Emperor, this isn't just a regular autograph; it's a wish from your fan. Can you really bear to let her down?" Chen Ling looked pitifully at Sang Shen.
Already handsome, his soft, fine hair lay across his forehead, and his eyes were filled with a pleading expression.
[Sang Emperor, what are you being reserved for! Hurry up and sign for my little brother!]
[Wuwuwu, goodbye, little brother Jiang Chaoyuan, I'm coming little brother Chen Ling~]
[Ling Bao, a treasure of a big boy with both talent and memes, what are you all hesitating for, become his fan! Ling Bao must debut as the center position, wow!]
"You're putting me in a position where I can't not sign, since it's my fan who's asking for it."
