Annoyed, he massaged his temples and said in the receiver, "The others won’t publish the news. Just find some trifle news for me."
Before the reporter could say anything, he hung up.
Confused, the reporter stared at the photos on his computer for a long while. Then he put everything in the "Rejected" folder.
That night was doomed to be a combination of noise and silence. By then, Qin Guan and Li Bingbing had returned to the hotel.
On their way back, Qin Guan had stared at Li curiously. Li sighed. The boy is really lucky. He didn’t plan or prepare for anything to get where he is now.
By then, his salary was equal to that of a second-line star. Li organized her thoughts and explained everything to him.
