Originally, the director had arranged a solo interview with Yu Mi, which was to begin after they returned.

Unexpectedly, just before filming began, Yu Mi received a call from her agent, saying that there was an event that required her to attend immediately. She could only apologize to the director and quickly leave.

After the actress left, everyone was tired, so they simply turned off the live broadcast and took a break.

Yan Mofei was about to lie down when he received a message from Yu Mi in the car.

"It will be a long time since we last met. I will miss you." This was followed by a pouting selfie.

Yan Mofei smiled and deleted all the records, then fell into a deep sleep.

There was no live broadcast on the last day. Instead, we recorded individual interviews with each person, talking about their impressions of everyone and their final choices.

Finally, write down the name of the person you like and put it in a special envelope. When everyone is gathered together, open it in public to see if the names on it match.

Yan Mofei didn't write a single word and put it in the envelope. When they finally opened it, they found that neither of them had succeeded. Except for Luo Zuo who had written Li Li's name, no one else's name was on it.

Everyone left with their suitcases, and the production crew took pictures of everyone's backs as they left.

As soon as Yan Mofei left the shooting location, Yang Xiaoli quickly ran over.

"Boss, ah, I miss you so much." She opened her arms, ready to give her boss a good hug.

Yan Mofei reached out and suddenly pressed down on her head. Yang Xiaoli fluttered her hands, but could no longer get close to Yan Mofei.

She felt very aggrieved: "Boss..."

It's been so long since we last met, and she doesn't even let me hug her. She's dying to see her handsome boss.

"It's getting late, grab your suitcase and go."

The director's gossipy and attentive gaze almost penetrated his back. Why didn't he run away while everyone was around, or wait to be caught and interrogated?

Yan Mofei got into the car in just a few steps, then slammed the door shut, blocking the director's sight.

Yang Xiaoli quickly put away her luggage and got into the car from the other side. The car sped away as if being chased by a ghost, and with a single step on the accelerator, it flew out of the director's sight.

The director shook his head and smacked his lips. Why were they all running away so quickly? Wasn't he just trying to get a taste of gossip about a minor celebrity and a movie queen? They were all in the entertainment industry, so why couldn't they just enjoy themselves?

Only when he could no longer see the director did Yan Mofei relax, open the window, and comfortably enjoy the feeling of the wind blowing past.

Yang Xiaoli was giggling while holding her phone. Yan Mofei looked over and found that she was actually watching a recording of a dating variety show.

"Look at this point? Do you think I, your boss, don't exist?"

Yang Xiaoli chuckled. Before, she was on vacation, so of course she had to do her own thing. Now she was at work, and what to do at work, of course, was to put the boss first. If not the boss's video, whose would she watch?

"Boss, that haunted house you went to looks so cool. Can I go there too?"

Yan Mofei smiled and said, "Sure, but first of all, I won't bring it."

Yang Xiaoli pouted and sat down: "But the boss took Sister Yu to play, why can't he take me with him?"

“I was recording a show.”

"Boss, swear you were just recording a show."

Yan Mofei: ...

"Boss, listen, the sound is amplified here, and you can hear the smacking sound."

"Boss, isn't the color on your face the same as Sister Yu's lipstick?"

"boss……"

Yan Mofei covered Yang Xiaoli's mouth with his hand, took out his mobile phone and started transferring money.

"You've been playing for a few days and your money is almost gone, right?"

Yang Xiaoli held the phone and laughed: "Thank you, boss. You are the best. Boss, smite."

She immediately turned off her phone and sat down obediently. All the money she had saved for the past few days of eating out was now back, so she could eat a lot of delicious food again.

After driving for a while, the car suddenly braked.

"What happened?"

Old Song was as steady as a clock: "It's just a small matter. Someone is blocking our car up ahead."

You call this a trivial matter?

Yan Mofei looked around and saw that they were surrounded by cars not only in front but all around. Some people got out of the car with sticks and banged on it, making loud noises.

Yan Mofei just stuck his head out of the window and looked at the people in front of him. Each of them was as skinny as a chick, but they acted like they were worth 580,000 just because they held a stick in their hand.

"My car isn't expensive, but it's still worth hundreds of thousands. If it gets damaged even slightly, you'll have to pay thousands or even tens of thousands, understand?"

Those people raised their heads at a forty-five-degree angle, trying to look at Yan Mofei through his nostrils.

"We knocked over your car because we think highly of you, and you want us to pay you back? Who do you think you are?"

Yan Mofei smiled and said, "I'm not that important. I'm just a small star."

After participating in this dating show, his popularity increased by nearly 2,000 points. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. He finally had some serious fans, no longer the unknown figure who relied on friends and family for support.

I was so moved that I wanted to cry. Although the feeling of being moved was genuine, the urge to cry was fake.

"Tell me, who asked you to come to me? Let him show himself."

Otherwise, how could he, a mere celebrity, attract a group of thugs to block him?

Soon, the window of the car parked in front opened, and a figure sat inside. Yan Mofei leaned his head out, but still couldn't see clearly who was sitting inside.

"Hey, could you please drive back a little? Can't you see I'm sitting here? It's blocking my view. What are you asking me to see?"

The other party seemed to have really heard it and followed the advice, backing up the car a little.

Yan Mofei finally saw the true face of the person in the car.

"Luo Zuo?"

A rising star trying to block his car? How bizarre.

Luo Zuo raised his middle finger at him: "Yan Mofei, you made me lose so much face on the variety show, do you really think I can let you get away with it?"

"Luo Zuo, it's broad daylight, and you, a celebrity, gathered so many thugs to block my car. Aren't you afraid of being exposed?"

Luo Zuo's smile was so annoying that he deserved a beating. He had completely given up on pretense. When he was on the show, he had to pretend to be a good guy in front of the camera and other people. But in fact, he was originally a gangster, and he would beat up anyone he disliked.

If he hadn't had to be more restrained after his debut, he wouldn't have tolerated everything.

"Exposure? Whoever took the photos can just spend some money to get rid of it. You're just an 18th-tier nobody, who cares if you live or die?"

"To put it bluntly, even if I beat you to death here, no one would know."

Yan Mofei had a frightened expression on his face. "You don't really want to beat me to death here, do you? If you're not afraid of the paparazzi, you should be afraid of the police."

"Oh, a small character like you, the police won't even bother with you."

"Brothers, come on, teach him a lesson!"

At Luo Zuo's command, everyone rushed forward.

Yan Mofei looked frightened. He quickly sat back, closed the car window, and locked the door.