The crowd released a simultaneous gasp. Yan Qingsi's dismissive attitude definitely gave the reporters more juice to work with. This would turn into sensational news the moment it was revealed to the public.
Someone did not hesitate to raise a piercing question.
"Miss Yan, the rumors of you acting like a diva, arguing with the director and leaving in the middle of a shoot—are these all real too?"
Seven or eight security guards kept Yan Qingsi and Yue Tingfeng within a ring, yet the sheer number of reporters meant that there was barely a three-feet radius around them, and they struggled to advance forwards as they were being pressed in from all sides.
Sweat beaded down Yan Qingsi's forehead, and Yue Tingfeng wiped it away with his hand.
"I've just come back. You tell me if it's real or not," she whispered.
Then all the rumors were true?
