Feng Lin didn't catch on at first, but when he noticed the eyelash queen, it dawned on him.
She was the woman he had encountered at the bar last night, and he hadn't realized she was a reporter.
"Damn it!"
Xiao Yu forcefully threw the microphone at Feng Lin, turned around, and commanded the middle-aged cameraman, "Old Zhang! Beat him up for me!"
Tang Qianqian was still completely dumbfounded at this point.
But Feng Lin immediately sat on the back seat of the electric scooter, wrapping his arms around Tang Qianqian in front, "Let's go, quick!"
Blushing, Tang Qianqian nevertheless twisted the handlebar, and the electric scooter sped away in a plume of smoke.
"Stop right there!"
Xiao Yu, hindered by her high heels, lost one after two steps and fell to the ground with a thud.
"Miss! What exactly is going on?"
The cameraman, Old Zhang, hurried over and helped Xiao Yu up.
"That bastard just now slapped me last night!"
