The paparazzi lifted his camera and snapped fervently at Pei Jingyue, "It's you, Jiang Mian's boyfriend, right? Snap it, snap it."
"..."
Pei Jingyue almost got blasted to smithereens.
Security was about to catch up, and the paparazzi shoved the two people in front of him and dashed upstairs.
"No! Mianmian is in danger!"
When Jiang Mian reached the corner of the sixth floor with her skirt in hand, she didn't know which private room to enter for a moment.
They didn't clarify which one.
"Chuanzi, let's stop playing, go to the bathroom to light a cigarette and take a breather."
Suddenly, a door of a private room in the distance opened, and a man came out.
This person...
Looks familiar.
Chuanzi.
Su Yuchuan?
An idea flashed in Jiang Mian's mind, and she walked towards that direction with her skirt in hand.
"Look, it's Jiang Mian!"
