Seeing that Zhou Han had prepared a grand welcome ceremony for him, Caleb generously took out the concert ticket that Ye Qingyun had given him before.
"What concert? Are you going to imitate those little girls and chase after celebrities?" Zhou Han stuffed a bun in his mouth and reached out to take the ticket.
When I saw the word "WIND" clearly on it, I almost spit out the whole bun.
"Ahem." He swallowed the bun with great effort, patted his chest hard, and stammered, "I'll go, I'll go. Wind's tickets, my idol, I won't say anything else, Brother Ning, from now on you'll be my half-brother!"
"I don't want to have a brother like you." Caleb sat further away with disdain, lowering his eyes while peeling a tea egg, "You also know this Wind."
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