Feng Anhua saw Wei Xufeng, Han Yixuan, Shen Chaomu, and Tang Jiaye walking behind Lin Yan.
He stared at this troop of men, momentarily stumped. Then, he asked in a feeble voice, "Why are the three of them here?"
Lin Yan stroked her eyebrows and sighed. "Producer Feng, are you getting rid of me because I completed all my scenes and you don't need me anymore?"
Feng Anhua coughed softly. "Ahem, Lin Yan, what are you talking about? This is just a misunderstanding. I didn't know they would be in the car as well. Did anything happen?"
Lin Yan, who had just escaped from the depths of hell, did not wish to talk at all.
"Luckily, nothing happened. If the paparazzi had caught me, I would have been hauled by all their fans to be sacrificed to the Gods!"
That was a trivial matter. If Pei Yucheng were to catch wind of this, she would die…