"You are lying!" Leng Zimo lightly huffed, "Luo Xiaoqian only arrived in Beijing this March, yet you met her at the beginning of the year."
"I must have remembered wrongly; it was in the spring, anyway, it was still cold then." The youth took off the guitar bag he was carrying and fished out a CD, "This is Luo Xiaoqian's signed CD, which she gave to me. Everyone should know, only fans who win inside the fan club have a chance to get such a CD. I am not part of the Qianqian Army; it's only because she gave it to me that I have it!"
Luo Xiaoqian stood up abruptly, "You're talking nonsense, I don't know you at all!"
"Now that you're famous, of course you don't know me. Haven't you always liked to use men, whether it's your ex-boyfriend Lu Hao or me? Once we're no longer of use, we're discarded." The youth said coldly.
"Xiao Qian, sit down." Leng Zimo raised his palm and spoke gently.
