Yu Jingrong nodded: "It's been three years, it's time to go home."
"Little fox, it's been three years, six months, and thirteen days..." The man's voice gently lingered, and then he bent down and kissed Yu Jingrong's forehead.
Yu Jingrong teased, "Lang, the superstar, aren't you afraid of paparazzi hiding around your villa?"
Lang, the superstar, whose full name was Lang Qingge, was a film star. He was quite low-profile and had few scandals. His news coverage was also limited; however, he managed to remain scandal-free in the entertainment industry.
Despite his minimal news coverage, his popularity was incredible. He had an unparalleled ranking in the domestic film and television industry.
Lang Qingge laughed softly, his tone gentle and refined. "It's rare for me to be caught up in a scandal. If it was with you, I'd be delighted."
Yu Jingrong burst into laughter, "I won't be so delighted though. I might be devoured alive by your fans."
