Huh? Where are they?

That's not right, it wasn't like this before!

Could it be that the message failed to get out?

Where are the fans who came to pick us up?!

A trendy young man, wearing a hat and mask, casually walked to the door.

He had originally intended to take off his headphones in a dashing manner to greet the enthusiastic cheers of his fans, but when he saw the empty exit, the smile he had been preparing froze on his face.

"Huh? Where is everyone?"

Jiang Chifei almost thought he had taken the wrong exit. He involuntarily stepped back, looked up at the corresponding exit marked above his head, and then looked at his manager behind him in confusion: "Hey, that's strange, where are my fans?"

The agent looked around in confusion and shook his head, saying, "That shouldn't be the case. I had already made arrangements in advance. There were still many people waiting when we got off the plane."

How could someone just disappear like that?

"What exactly happened?"

Jiang Chifei pouted unhappily, feeling quite displeased. "I'm really fed up. All that preparation was for nothing."

"Wait a minute, let me ask."

The agent was also helpless. While trying to calm Jiang Chifei down, he took out his phone to ask the paparazzi about the situation.

Ten seconds later—

"What? You've already filmed it? And you're tracking it?"

The agent looked around as if she'd seen a ghost, then glanced at the artist standing beside her, completely bewildered: "Who did you photograph? Who are you chasing? We're already in the exit hall—"

"What?"

The paparazzi, squeezed in the crowd and running alongside the throng, looked bewildered. He glanced up at the agile figure ahead and belatedly realized what was happening—

Jiang Chifei doesn't have that kind of agility!

So who are they chasing right now?

"Stop chasing him, he's not Jiang Chifei—"

The paparazzi shouted, trying to bring the others to their senses, but his voice was drowned out by the screams of the crowd. He didn't even have a chance to turn around before being swept along by the frenzied fans.

"He's not—" the proxy bidder roared again, "He's not Jiang Chifei!"

"Wow! So handsome!"

His voice was interrupted again by someone next to him.

The proxy photographers could only quickly raise their heads—

Then, an unknown figure vaulted over the railing and leaped down with the agility of a swallow.

"Wow!"

The fans who caught up didn't dare to jump down. They clung to the railing, looking down at the figures that had already disappeared below, and gasped in shock.

Where are they?

"My God, did he just jump?"

"He's so handsome! Did you guys capture that scene? I love it!"

"I'm shocked! Did he just jump like that?"

"Does anyone have a video? Does anyone have a video?"

Even the paparazzi had forgotten their real purpose, looking down at the video they had taken, and swallowed hard in astonishment.

"Holy crap—this guy is way more handsome than Jiang Chifei! Who is he anyway?"

"He's not Jiang Chifei! Jiang Chifei is still at the exit we just exited!"

The next moment, everyone sprang into action, turning and running in another direction.

Only this proxy photographer stood still, constantly flipping through the content he had photographed, and then scratching his head.

"His appearance does resemble Jiang Chifei somewhat, no wonder others mistook him for someone else, but his skills are much better than that guy's."

"This outfit looks familiar... Could it be one of the other celebrities I've photographed before?"

"Tsk, if you think about it carefully, who in the Chinese entertainment industry has this kind of skill..."

A figure suddenly flashed through Huang Meng's mind.

—He was also the only nemesis he encountered in his entire career as a proxy photographer!

The island, mosquitoes, hot winds, and repeatedly destroyed computers and mobile phones... all led to a fruitless endeavor.

"Depend on!"

Huang Meng burst out of his mouth.

"Xiao He! I would recognize you even if you were ashes!"