Wang Hao looked around, and the deafening cries made his hearing begin to dull infinitely. In that moment, he felt as if time almost stopped.
Every security guard was doing their best to maintain order; fans were waving their light sticks and shouting the Ice Princess's name in unison, their voices rustling the street-side leaves. Many people were desperately squeezing forward; a glance revealed heads everywhere, with the stench of stale sweat filling his nostrils.
Within the crowd, Wang Hao was like a small boat in a sudden storm, taking one step forward only to be pushed three steps back.
Rich heirs Zhao Zhenhao and Fang Wenbin were in no better shape. Even though they were flanked by bodyguards, at this point the bodyguards could hardly protect themselves, and were just managing not to get separated...
"There are way too many people!" Wang Hao's scalp tingled at the sight.
