The four handsome young men announced the lucky numbers they had picked respectively. An uproar with envy and jealousy was raised on the scene.

When it was Freddie's turn, Karen concentrated and look over at the stage.

Now Freddie had a considerable fan base. When he was picking up the lucky number, a large group of young girls were surrounding him with obsessive l gazes.

"The number I picked is No. 28."

The young man's clear voice echoed in the hall.

Checking the number in their hands, his fans heaved sighs.

Suddenly a child's voice rang out from the crowd.

"I'm No. 28! Freddie! It's me!"

Her sweet childish voice...