บท 927: An Honest Friend

He didn't see anything wrong with lying on the dirty ground in a suit worth millions of dollars. He lay on his side contentedly, as if he was lying on grass or a soft bed.

He looked like a Chinese hermit cultivating his spirit amid a white mist.

All the fans and reporters were shocked by the scene.

"Come on! I won't maintain this pose for long," Qin Guan reminded them kindly.

"Ah!"

Screams were heard again. In the eyes of the Chinese fans, Qin Guan was an immortal from a web novel. He was both charming and fascinating.

They couldn't believe this was happening for real!

Qin Guan finished his job responsibly. The moment he got up, hails came again from the reporters.

"Congratulations!"

"You deserve it!"

"Thank you all!"

Qin Guan waved goodbye at everyone and followed the staff to the temporary reception area. He would have a short meeting there with some good friends and finish the short, yet meaningful ceremony.