The elevator doors opened, and Bella Acker walked in, where there was also an elderly gentleman with a cane and a head full of silver hair.
Bella Acker pressed the button for the basement floor and stepped aside.
The elderly gentleman hunched over, turned his head to look at her, and asked shakily, "Young lady, are you a celebrity?"
Bella Acker was taken aback, thinking to herself, could such an elderly man also be a fan?
"I'm not really a celebrity." Bella Acker smiled slightly and said.
"Oh? May I ask if your last name is Acker?" The elderly gentleman seemed puzzled for a moment and asked again.
No way? Could it be that such an elderly gentleman liked watching her shows? Is he a fan?
"Yes." Bella Acker smiled, took off her sunglasses, and asked, "Sir, do you know me?"
"Yes, I like watching your performances." The elderly gentleman chuckled, "The young lady is quite good."
"Thank you, sir, for liking me."
He really is her fan!
