Xie Han walked over to Qin Zhao's side, removed his sunglasses, and carefully scanned his surroundings.
"You took ten million from me, so why aren't you protecting me? A few days ago, I realized someone was secretly following me, it must be Zhong Rujin. If I hadn't hired a bodyguard, she would definitely have come looking for me!"
"I only take action at critical moments."
Qin Zhao glanced at him, then continued reading his script.
"When is it a critical moment?"
Xie Han was in no mood to film; these past few days had been terrifying.
Every day, he dreamt of that lunatic Zhong Rujin chasing him with a knife, waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat.
Before Qin Zhao could reply, there was a commotion at the entrance of the set.
"Sorry, we're filming here, outsiders aren't allowed in."
The security arranged by the director stopped the person.
