Fan Junchen saw Fan Cheng's dark expression, but he didn't dare to leave. He greeted Fan Cheng obediently. "Uncle Nine."
"Fortunately you're not blind," Fan Cheng replied coldly. He wasn't happy to be disturbed by these people. "What are you doing here so late?"
Fan Junchen was dumbfounded. He was full of questions, but before he managed to ask even one of them, Uncle Nine's proactive question came first, and he trembled, fearful because he could not justify his actions. What if Uncle Nine was related to this woman? Wouldn't he be caught in the net if he said the truth now? He merely managed to squeeze out a sentence after much thought, "It's about some work matters, which is why the screenwriter is here as well."
As he said that, he stood behind the screenwriter and to stop him from leaving.
Finding himself in an awkward position, the screenwriter looked at Fan Cheng with an embarrassed smile.
