Outside the hall, a throng of reporters eagerly awaited their targets.
Among them, Oliver, Darya’s date of the night, was surrounded by a swarm of flashing cameras.
As the recipient of the grand prize that night, he had become immensely popular, and the reporters were wary of losing their chance to interview him.
‘Oliver, I’m asking this on behalf of your fans, tell us what kind of girl you’re into,’ a reporter shouted.
Oliver, who had recently debuted and garnered a legion of fangirls, knew that any response he gave would make headlines.
Caught off guard, Oliver hesitated, lowering his gaze and flashing a sheepish smile.
He scratched his head, seemingly unsure of how to answer.
Noticing Oliver’s dilemma, the reporter changed their approach. ‘If I’m not mistaken, you
