"Old Cao?"
"Yeah, has anyone seen Old Cao?"
"I didn't see him when we got here yesterday either."
"That's weird. He booked our hotel and arranged for a car to pick us up. How come we haven't seen him?"
"You don't think he got lost, do you?"
"No way! Old Cao comes to Germany for matches all the time. He's been to Berlin a few times already, how could he not know his way around?"
"I just messaged him on QQ. Old Cao said he's going through security."
"See? I told you."
"We really owe Old Cao for this trip."
"He says he's in the stands now."
"Where is he?"
"Yeah, where's Old Cao?"
As everyone looked around searching, a soft, clear voice came from the entryway.
"Sorry, everyone. I'm late."
The voice was like a honey-soaked harp string, plucking at the heartstrings of everyone who heard it.
Everyone turned to look, and the once-boisterous stands instantly fell silent.
Many of the male fans who had been sitting even stood up involuntarily.
