You're Supposed to Be a Star, Not an Undercover Paparazzo Eating Gossip

Yan Mofei transmigrated and became an obscure 18th-tier celebrity, yet he awakened a Gossip Eating System.

Immersed in the huge dye vat of the entertainment industry, he could get fresh gossi...

Chapter 225 If You Don’t Let Go, I Will Die

But after listening for a long time, they found that there was no movement inside, and they couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"Dad, is Sister Xiaoli angry?"

"It seems so."

"But why is there no movement?"

"Could it be..." Yu Xiuming widened his eyes, not daring to imagine it.

Could it be that in a fit of rage, he simply covered the person's mouth and killed him?

This is too horrible. Do you love me so much that you will kill me if I cause you any harm to eliminate all future troubles?

The two of them slowly turned their heads and looked at the cameraman who was supposed to follow in and take pictures.

The young man touched his nose. It was not that he didn't want to go in, but that he was a step too slow and was locked outside.

After Yan Mofei changed into clean clothes, he felt as if his two hands were not his own, especially the hand holding the knife, which was so difficult that he even had difficulty clenching it.

This thing is really much more tiring than filming a movie.

As he walked out while wiping his hair, something suddenly pounced on him. Yan Mofei was startled, but the thing had already hugged his waist tightly.

"Boss, wow..."

The deafening cry came from the room and spread throughout the yard.

Yan Mofei's face turned purple: "If you don't let go, I will die."

Just by looking at this iron fist and the head hitting his chest, he could already see the Soul Catcher waving at him at that moment, and he could see the Naihe Bridge soon.

Yang Xiaoli let go of her hand while crying loudly.

"Boss, you've suffered!"

Yan Mofei rubbed his ears, which had been shaken, and the tinnitus seemed to have subsided a little. "Alright, you're like a mourner, shut up."

Yang Xiaoli immediately shut up and sobbed, tears streaming down her face.

Yan Mofei sighed and took a tissue to wipe her tears: "Alright, stop crying. Aren't I fine?"

Yang Xiaoli whimpered, "Boss, you can't be in trouble. I haven't received my salary yet."

Yan Mofei immediately threw the paper in his hand into the trash can, his face as black as ink.