The girls rushed straight to Ethan.

"Male God! Autograph, please."

"Please sign my T-shirt." A girl turned and bent down.

"Male God, can I take a photo with you...?" As the girl said this, she took out her selfie stick.

Kylie and Ethan didn't know what to say.

Were these people blind? She was the star, okay? He was just an unscrupulous businessman who had just returned home.

Passersby didn't know what was going on. When they heard there was a star there, they moved closer.

For an instant, Ethan was surrounded by a crowd.

Kylie was far away from him. She was angry and puffed up her cheeks.

Despite the fact that there was an intense chill coming from the tall man, the crazy girls saw this cool and handsome man as an idol. More people came over.

"Who is he? He is really handsome?"

"Excuse me? You chase a star without even knowing who he is?" Kylie criticized.

"He's so cool, almost 1.9 meters. He is really a male god."

"Male god? You don't know how crazy he is at night!" Kylie ground her teeth.

"I want to marry him. I want to give birth to a lot of babies for him."

Kylie rolled her eyes.

In the end, the entire street was congested. Even the security guards did not know where they were coming from and cleared the way for Ethan.

LOL, what a poor guy. Kylie noticed his face becoming colder and colder, and she worried that his strong, cold air would frostbite the innocent passerby.

She shouted, "Attention, please."

The chaotic crowd suddenly calmed down, staring at her in less than three seconds, then looking at Ethan again.

Kylie grabbed the loudspeaker from the street vendor. "Everyone be quiet. Quiet..."

It was harder as an amateur actress to squeeze to the front, but she stretched out her arms and stood in front of Ethan.

Holding the horn high, she said: "Everyone, listen to me. You got it wrong. He is not a star. He is my uncle."

When these words came out, everyone was shocked. The three girls who had first asked for his autograph looked at each other and then shook their heads together. "Come on. He is obviously one of the members of EXO."

Kylie waved her hands to make everyone quiet, pointing at Ethan's face. "My uncle just returned from abroad, but he is not a trainee, nor a member of EXO. He had plastic surgery."

The crowd was in a mess for a while. Ethan was wearing a cold look but was warm in the heart.

No matter what the problem, this girl was always protecting him.

"This is true. My uncle is forty-seven, but he still has no girlfriend because he had plastic surgery. It's a pity..."

"What's a pity?" The signature girl was astounded. Wasn't this a successful plastic surgery?

It seemed that a mature man, who looked like he was in his early thirties, was the most popular uncle!

Kylie reached out her hand and squeezed Ethan's cheek, pulling it twice.

"You see, unfortunately, after the surgery, the muscles are so stiff. My uncle used to be a smiley person. Now, as you can see..." She pulled again. "Have you seen him wearing any other expressions?"

That was true. At least fifteen minutes had passed, from the moment the three girls had gathered around him, to now. The man had no other expression besides the frosty look.

An ordinary person under this situation, even if he was not surprised, would at least have been nervous. He really wore no expression; even his brow didn't furrow.

She pinched his cheek roughly, and his face became red.

Kylie looked up at him and smiled. "Right? Uncle."

The man now had an expression on his face; his eyes were dangerously narrowed.

This expression made the fans, who were stuck in the front, scream: "My God. He blinked his eyes, and he blinked his eyes! He is really drop-dead gorgeous!"

"Exactly. What's wrong with plastic surgery? As long as he is better looking. That's enough..." Under the leadership of the girl with the autograph book, more people, who had disapproved of the plastic surgery, gradually agreed.

"In fact, plastic surgery is not a big deal. It's personal rights; he did not hurt anyone, right?"

"Yeah, they spend their own money, but we can feast our eyes. What's the problem?"

Looking at these mad tourists, Kylie wanted to cry but had no tears.

If a star got a double eyelid surgery, they could be rebuked for days. The person would be rebuked in these ways: "The parents gave your body; "You are filthy for doing so!" and "You are an artificial beauty, not a real beauty." Things like that.

How did these malicious words not come up against Ethan?

Kylie pulled at Ethan's hand, with a pained look on her face. "Uncle, I said that you don't have to be pessimistic about your plastic surgery. Do you see that? Everyone likes you so much, so just be yourself."

Ethan looked down at her. Calmly admired her silly ideas and wondered what was coming next.

She pretended to wipe away her tears, then said to everyone: "My uncle was 1.72 meters tall, so he underwent a leg-lengthening operation. They cut there and implanted a bone."

She gestured to Ethan's long legs, and she quietly hit his knees when he wasn't paying attention.

Ethan was not aware, so his legs bent.

"Look, he has been standing for a long time, so now he can't stand straight." Kylie looked on with sympathetic expectations. "On rainy days, he has pain in his legs, and he can't even stand up."

Some of the people who had just been shouting walked away. After all, it was a cosmetic failure. Even if he was good looking, he was unable to walk.

Her purpose had been achieved, but Kylie continued to stir up sympathy.

"Though he is high up now, he has to eat a lot of painkillers every day. We are here today to go up to the top of the mountain to pray. I hope he can find a girlfriend before he spends all his money. There are no more requirements, as long as it's a woman."

More of the onlookers left. This was a person who spends all his money on plastic surgery. It was useless to only be good looking. He was unable to support a family.

The three girls who had asked for his autograph were still not convinced, and Kylie said to one of them in a low voice: "I heard that the painkillers have the effect of paralysis. I still don't know whether he has an impotence problem."

The girl's face changed in a brush. As if she was afraid that Kylie would entangle her, she pulled her two companions aside and left. "Sorry for my mistake. We got the wrong person. Goodbye."

It was finally quiet.

Kylie sighed heavily. As she showed off her success, she heard the man's low and gentle voice: "Try it at night, to confirm whether it fails to get hard."

After he'd finished with his ordeal, the man strode forward; the security guard, who had just maintained order, looked embarrassed. The woman had said that he could barely even standstill, so how could the man leave so fast now?

And the woman who was chasing after him, how come she looked so familiar?

The three girls were also thinking about that; when they arrived at the next corner, they felt that something was wrong.

"Why do I think that woman looked so familiar?"

"I think so too. Where did I see her...?"

The three girls looked at each other and said with one voice: "That was Becky Ruiz from Tea House!"

But when the three of them returned to the spot, Kylie had disappeared.