"Ke Chengyun, do you think I've been in a good mood these days?" Zhao Hanchen's eyes lifted to meet his, carrying a hint of chilliness.
"That's not what I mean, Brother Chen, I'll go right now." Ke Chengyun's scalp tingled, and he hurriedly opened the car door, racing out of it on foot.
The hustle and bustle of the busy crowd filled the photography studio, and Ke Chengyun nearly got knocked over by a few employees moving props.
As a young master, he had little opportunity to work at the grassroots level and felt quite at a loss in this situation.
It was Lei Qi who first noticed him, frowning slightly, her gaze somewhat scrutinizing as she looked over.
Ke Chengyun cleared his throat, his handsome face showing a touch of embarrassment.
After all, his presence was uninvited, and that was indeed hard to justify.
"May I ask who you are looking for? If there's nothing important, please leave," Lei Qi's voice was cold, tinged with impatience.
