Bab 433: 432. Creepy brain-dead fan

The man couldn't help but mutter under his breath, and once again glanced at the pick-up sign he had. The next second, he hid it behind his back.

He was not one of those creepy, brain-dead fans who stalk celebrities.

Passengers began to trickle out of the airport exit, and those awaiting their arrival were making quite the scene with hugs and tears flowing freely in true emotion.

Bored, the man kicked at the ground with his foot and then saw a pair of white sneakers, women's, come into view.

"Hello, are you Mr. Zheng Anhe?"

A clear and slightly cold female voice followed right after.

Looking up, he saw that under the black baseball cap, only a pair of somewhat cool eyes were visible; a black mask covered most of her face.

"...Tang Shu?"

A realization came late.

"It's me."

Tang Shu nodded, confirming his identity after hearing him correctly say her name.

However, the man still seemed to be fixated on the question from before, "How did you recognize me?"