Chapter 97 How do you know her?

How could he know someone he knew at a time like this?

Emily Luoluo's eyebrows twitched in a hurry. She tilted her head slightly and saw the woman's face clearly with the help of the yellow light.

It was a little familiar, but she couldn't remember for a moment.

She stared at her face for a while until the sweat on the woman's forehead turned cold. Then she asked in confusion, "Are you... Ms. Sam?"

"Oh, so it's your fan?" The man next to him smiled even more brightly. He didn't hide the lust on his face at all. He touched his chin and stared at Emily's thin body like a wolf or a tiger. "It seems that you came out alone. How about I give you a chance to get close to your idol? I won't treat you shabbily."

Emily was speechless.

"Does this man have a strong hobby? He's even more perverted than Matteo."

Sam's entire face turned pale. He looked at Emily in horror before quickly grabbing the man's arm. "Mingchen, what are you going to do? She's not my fan. She's also an artist."