Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
The next second, the doorbell of the coffee shop rang again.
Just as Lu Xingchao thought that someone like Huo Xuan—a lively and cute girl—was about to enter, a punk with a studded leather jacket, dyed blonde hair, and a ferocious look swaggered in with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
Lu Xingchao: "...."
He slowly settled back down on his stool.
This guy must have walked into the wrong place!
Jiang Li's fans definitely wouldn't look like this!
However, the punk's gaze locked onto him, and he then strode over.
"Hey, you're the club president, aren't you?"
Lu Xingchao: "...."
He really is a Jiang Li fan!
He put on a skin-deep smile and stood up, shaking the man's hand, "Hello hello, yes, that's me, I am—"
"I know you!" Xiang Hao slapped his shoulder hard and hehe chuckled, "You're Lei Ting, also known as the L-God from Blue Star, I watch your live streams every day."
