In September, as East Asia gradually entered autumn, the sunshine in Los Angeles was still as brilliant as midsummer, with a clear and cloudless blue sky.
Link stood at the airport, looked up at the sky, and amidst the tremendous roar, a Boeing 747 almost grazed the terminal building as it flew eastward.
Perhaps his body had acclimated to the environment of Los Angeles, for when he stepped off the plane and set foot on this land, he felt a bit more relaxed, and the tiredness from the past few days seemed somewhat alleviated.
When he put on his sunglasses and walked out of the terminal with his working team, Ms. Mandy came up to meet them ahead of time and told him that many reporters wanted to interview him about his world tour and asked if he wanted to accept?
Link considered it for a moment, and he didn't refuse.
As a public figure, without media promotion, there was no traffic, and thus no market.