But he simply stood in front of Xue Feifei, without any physical contact, not even a single glance at her. His eyes were fixed on the journalists outside, one arm outstretched, shielding her behind him, his expression saying, "If you want someone, come at me."
He didn't speak, no matter how arrogantly the journalists talked, he didn't utter a word. Instead, he gave his secretary a look. The secretary understood and quickly pretended to make a phone call, "You all need to get here fast, how much longer will it take? What?"
He hung up the phone, putting on an apologetic face on purpose: "Mr. Yu, you said the other day that you wanted a low-profile return to the country, so I specifically didn't call any bodyguards over. Now, there's only one driver outside, we..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but Xue Feifei, standing behind the secretary, heard it clearly.
