"N-No." Zheng Lida was no longer a fledgling artiste, but under Qiao Weiyang's gaze, he actually felt afraid.
He thought to himself, 'Maybe I really shouldn't do these kinds of things.'
"You don't mind if I turn on the lights, do you, Mr. Zheng?" Lu Mingjue said coldly.
"I don't mind. Turn them on. I was going to turn on the lights anyway."
With a snap, all the lights in the room were turned on and it was as if it was daytime. Lu Mingjue sat down and said, "Is dinner ready?"
The paparazzi who were tasked to secretly take photos were all dumbfounded. They had arranged to take photos, but now, they could not find Xin Yue. There were so many people in the room. They did not know who to take photos of, so they could only casually take a few photos.
Then, the lights were turned on and kept reflecting in their cameras. It was inconvenient for them to take more photos.
