Charlie delivered the script a day later.

Shi An was, after all, an actor recommended by Charlie to Li Hong. Although he couldn't get the role directly through connections, he was more than qualified to read the script and listen to Charlie talk about the plot.

In just one day, Shi An also crammed on director Li Hong's previous works, hoping to gain some understanding before receiving the script.

At the same time the script arrived, Shi An also received a call from Charlie: "Hello, Mr. Charlie."

"Shi'an, did you receive the script I sent you?"

"I was just about to go get it."

Mr. Charlie smiled and then asked, "Are you familiar with Li Hong's movies? According to your usual practice, you probably watched them last night, right?"

Upon hearing this, Shi An nodded slightly and said, "Yes, I've seen it."

"Director Li's films have an epic grandeur and beauty, and a high level of thought. Most of his films are aimed at winning international awards, and he has explored many genres."

Charlie replied, "Yes, it's good that you know. I've already asked Li Hong. He'll probably be late this time, in about five days. He'll come over after he's finished dealing with his business. You can use this time to prepare."

"Thank you, Mr. Charlie."

You're too kind.

By the time Shi An hung up the phone, he had already taken the mail from the deliveryman and turned to leave; inside was the script.

Just then, a force suddenly struck and landed on Shi An's back, and his vision went black. He could even feel the soft body pressed against his back.

It has a slightly sweet, candy-like aroma.

Guess who I am?

"..."

Hearing that familiar voice, Shi An sighed deeply, seemingly somewhat helpless, but because his back was turned, the corner of his lips curled up slightly: "Again, acting silly?"

At this moment, Ruan Qing'an took two steps back, pouting, "What nonsense! It's clearly you, Brother Shi, who lacks romance and doesn't give me face."

Shi An raised an eyebrow slightly and looked at Ruan Qing'an without saying a word.

His eyes were blatantly saying, "Who are you talking about?"

Ruan Qing'an paused, then decisively said, "Oh, it was just a little joke, Brother Shi, you're so magnanimous."

"Shameless."

Shi An bent down and tapped Ruan Qing An on the forehead.

But at that moment, a hint of coldness flashed in Shi An's eyes. His expression darkened, and the hand that had been tapping Ruan Qing'an's forehead with his knuckles changed, instead gripping the back of her head with one hand.

The next moment, Shi An pulled her into his arms.

This stunned Ruan Qing'an, but she subconsciously didn't resist Shi An and obediently pressed herself against his chest: "What's wrong?"

"...There were paparazzi."

Shi An carefully shielded Ruan Qing'an's face to prevent her from being photographed: "The feeling of being pointed at by the camera is very obvious."

"Then what do we do?"

Ruan Qing'an paused, carefully grasping Shi An's clothes. Shi An was clearly more familiar with this kind of thing, so he naturally had to listen to him.

Where Ruan Qing'an couldn't see, Shi An lowered her eyes, her expression icy: "They're hiding. They must have taken photos just now. We don't know where they are yet."

Seemingly lost in thought, Shi An's fingertips unconsciously caressed the back of Ruan Qing'an's neck, the touch delicate and soft.

He paused for a moment, then suddenly said, "Go back."

"Wouldn't that expose the address?"

Shi An hummed in agreement: "Then the paparazzi will think the same way. Even though I didn't find him, he can still track me down to where I live."

Upon hearing this, Ruan Qing'an understood that Shi An probably wanted to catch the paparazzi instead—other celebrities run away, but he doesn't; he wants to take down the paparazzi!

Nguyen Thanh An: "Light a candle for the paparazzi."

037: [Hopefully everyone is alright.]

Following Shi An up the stairs, Ruan Qing'an tugged at his sleeve and faintly heard footsteps, which were being made very quietly.

She squinted slightly, and when she looked up, her eyes met Shi An's.

Shi An nodded slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Nguyen Thanh An tiptoed and slipped into the storage room, where the building cleaners kept their tools.

At this moment, downstairs at the corner.

A short man was carefully hiding, holding a camera in one hand and gripping the corner of the wall with the other. His face was almost contorted with excitement because he was about to discover a big story.

This is big news!

Whether it's Shi An's residence or his private meetings with his assistant!

He listened furtively, but suddenly realized that the footsteps in the hallway had disappeared, leaving the paparazzi stunned.

What happened? Has Shi An arrived home?

The next moment, the sound of a key being inserted into a lock and turning came from afar. The paparazzo breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lifted from his shoulders. After all, he was still secretly following them and couldn't afford to get caught.

After confirming that there were no problems, the paparazzi crouched down, carrying his camera, and tiptoed upstairs.

Upon seeing the 4F sign, the paparazzi were overjoyed. It seemed that Shi An lived here, and the next step was to find the apartment number!

Thinking of this, he quietly peeked out from the stairwell.

The paparazzi held a camera in one hand and carefully observed the area, but the hallway was completely empty. Had Shi An already gone inside?

But something's not right; he quickly caught up.

There was no sound of the door opening or closing!

The paparazzi was completely dumbfounded, but just then, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind him. He subconsciously swallowed and a bad feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

It's like...

But before he could react, a hand suddenly pressed down on the paparazzi's camera: "Following?"

"Aaaaaaahh ...

The paparazzo screamed in terror, but Shi An immediately covered his mouth and slammed him against the wall.

For a moment, the paparazzi were so shocked they saw stars.

But his fearful gaze remained fixed on Shi An in front of him—this man had suddenly appeared in the pitch-black stairwell, like a ghost!

Shi An frowned and looked down at him, saying, "Delete the photos. Don't make me say it a second time."

"Huh, what photo?"

The paparazzo feigned ignorance and loudly retorted, "No, I just went upstairs. Who do you think you are? What do you mean by hitting me?!"

"I'm telling you, you're being incredibly unreasonable! What's wrong with me taking a camera upstairs? It's none of your business! And you're going to hit me? Come on, hit me then! If you've got the guts, let's go to the police station and settle this!"

This paparazzi took his experience as a rogue to the extreme, since he was just a nobody and Shi Anke was a public figure.

Anyway, as long as he dares to cause trouble, Shi An will be hesitant to act!

The paparazzi was very arrogant, but then he realized that the tall man blocking his way was just lowering his head, lighting a cigarette, biting his lip, and completely ignoring him.

The tiny spark flickered in the dark stairwell.

The rising smoke, carrying the smell of nicotine, and the faint light source, made Shi An's silhouette appear faintly in the darkness. His dark eyes were cold as he asked, "Have you said enough?"

The paparazzi felt a chill run down his spine: ...Aren't you afraid at all?!

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