Was she crying?
Why cry? Upon this thought, Xia Yuan immediately pulled open the door and went out.
What did she feel bad about? Crazy. The entertainment paparazzi inside initially pretended to be absent, but when Mo Shiche started to kick the door, they finally came over to open it.
The door lock had just clicked open when Mo Shiche's foot sent it flying, knocking the paparazzi to the ground. Dizzy, they couldn't get up for a moment.
Mo Shiche scanned the camera and laptop on the table inside and knew he had come to the right place. He spoke up, his voice still husky with the remnants of his recent emotions, "Hand over the photos you took."
The paparazzi tried to feign ignorance, "What are you talking about..."
The man said with an emotionless face, "I'll give you ten seconds. Don't test my patience."
"..."
Seeing his uncompromising and fierce disposition, the paparazzi didn't dare to provoke him and hurriedly handed over the laptop to him.
