What’s more, he is just a small artist with no power or influence?

"Yes!" Director Liu felt confident when talking about money.

Look at him with confidence.

The young man turned his head slightly, his eyes falling on the bag thrown on the ground. He walked over slowly, took out a check with his fingertips, and said lightly, "Unlimited amount. I'm sorry, I really don't care about your little money."

As he said that, he rubbed it and threw it directly onto Director Liu's face.

His eyes seemed to be filled with stars as he whispered threateningly, "Next time you plot against me, remember to tell your superiors to be smarter. Don't mess with anyone, especially me."

The beautiful and delicate face made people lose their minds for a moment.

The reporter only reacted after the person walked away.

Damn, this is a ruthless person.

He really dares to say anything in front of the camera.

Also, why do I suddenly feel a bit domineering?

How come they remember that Duan Yuchen wasn't a pretty boy?

Duan Yuchen simply put on the suit next to him, leaving nothing underneath, and his narrow waist appeared in everyone's sight.

A little bit tempting.

He glanced down at the watch that had never fallen off his wrist.

He appears calm and composed on the surface, but is actually very panicked inside.

The check was given to him by his husband, asking him to be with him, but he did not agree, but the check was directly stuffed into his pocket.

I didn't expect that this skill would be useful today.

He didn't have time to waste with these little bitches. After all, there must be someone else who ordered this man to do this.

Don't be in a hurry.

The most important thing right now is to meet his husband.