Yan Qingsi stopped and turned to look at the reporter who asked the question. He was a bespectacled man. He looked so ordinary he seemed like any other person on the street, but the question he asked was sharp and direct.
"Other actors, they have to play as extras for ten years before they get a role. You, however, Ms Yan, just returned from overseas and you've got all these opportunities. It's irregular, no?"
He stared at Yan Qingsi, as though he were saying, 'Just own up, you're relying on sexual favors to get all this.'
Yue Tingfeng glared at him coldly. Media journalists were at times extremely unlikeable. Public opinion was the most effective weapon at harming people.
If he were to dare to assault a journalist here, tomorrow there would be thousands of anonymous people attacking Yan Qingsi.
Yan Qingsi smiled, "What does my abundance of resources got to do with you? If it has bedazzled you till you're blinded, then just stay blind."
