Wen Zhengrong took the agent and walked into Yaosheng’s door and was recognized by the front desk girl.

The girl at the front desk looked at Wen Zhengrong with excitement, her face flushed: "You, you...you are the actor Wen?"

Wen Zhengrong gave her a kind smile upon seeing her, and greeted her actively, “Hello, is Miss Ye Yuxi Ye inside?”

"Miss Ye?" The girl at the front desk was taken aback for a moment, and then reacted, truthfully, "Yes, it is."

"Then where is she now?"

"Miss Ye? Miss Ye should be talking to the director group on the second floor now."

"On the second floor? Do you know which lounge it is in?"

The girl at the front desk turned over the information at hand: "It's in the innermost room of the corridor. If you want to find her, go straight upstairs, and then go to the left and walk inside."

Wen Zhengrong nodded: "Okay, I get it, thank you."

The girl at the front desk was taken aback when she heard the words, the actor Wen actually thanked her, my goodness, what kind of **** luck I had today!

Poor girl, because of Wen Zhengrong’s words, her head became hot and she almost didn’t burn her brain into a paste.

After finally calming down, she saw Wen Zhengrong turned around and was about to walk to the top of the stairs. She was so frightened that she hurriedly yelled: "Emperor Wen!"

The sound of the girl at the front desk was too stern, and the few people present were all startled.

Wen Zhengrong turned his head to look at her in surprise: "What's wrong?"

"Ahem, um, can you sign a name for me? I am your loyal fan." The girl at the front desk said that she was shy and excited about the idol in a timely manner.

Wen Zhengrong breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes!"

"Really?" The girl at the front desk had her eyes lightly bright, and she pulled out a signature board and a signature pen from the underground, and handed them to Wen Zhengrong.

Wen Zhengrong took it, and was about to write on the signature board, when he heard a rush of footsteps and an unfamiliar shout behind him.

"Lily, hurry up, call 120, someone fainted upstairs!"

The girl at the front desk was startled: "Who fainted? Is it serious?"

"Just... the screenwriter upstairs was talking to the director team, and she passed out without knowing why."

"Miss screenwriter? Are you talking about Miss Ye?" The girl at the front desk was taken aback, and subconsciously turned her head and glanced at Wen Zhengrong.

Wen Zhengrong's expression changed when she heard the sister's words, and she dropped the pen and signature pad in her hand and ran upstairs.

The agent reacted slowly, and saw Wen Zhengrong rushing up, and he was also busy following up.

The two rushing up hurriedly did not notice that the two girls who had just spoken were looking at their backs with smiles, without the slightest bit of nervousness and gaffe.

The girl at the front desk looked at the blank on the signature board and said with regret: "Oh, you came too early. It only takes ten seconds, not even ten seconds, and the actor Wen will sign my name."

The girl who rushed to report the letter rolled her eyes: "Don't you like King Mo from our company? What do you want King Wen's signature for?"

"I’m really not a fan of King Wen, but there are so many fans of King Wen, I put his autograph on the Internet to sell, afraid that no one will buy it?"

"……alright, you win."

Wen Zhengrong took two steps and made one step, and quickly climbed to the second floor. Just about to reach the top of the stairs, he ran into Ye Yuxi, who was also hurriedly preparing to go downstairs.

The two people separated by less than half a meter, one stood at the top of the stairs, the other stood under the two steps holding the stairs, and looked at each other up and down, all in a daze.