Some younger boys and girls were practically staring at Lynette Batton and Leon Batton, although they had already gotten used to that.

They’d been experiencing this ever since they were kids.

Wherever they went, they’d be the center of attention.

Beep, beep, beep—

Leon’s phone started ringing then.

He immediately answered upon seeing that it was from an unknown number. “Hello? Who’s this?”

“Is this Leon Batton?" a voice said. "I’m from a delivery company and there's a parcel here for you. I’m in front of your school’s entrance right now. Will you please come and collect it?”

He felt puzzled as he hadn't bought anything recently.

Besides, even if he did order something online, he’d have it delivered to his home address instead of the school.

There was only one possibility.

This parcel might be from one of his admirers.

“Please send it back. I didn’t buy anything,” he said.

“But it can’t be sent back.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“There is no information about the sender.