In a moment, the atmosphere in the film studio solidified into a big block of ice.
The person who was normally very easy-going and was always so relaxed like a good-for-nothing man from a wealthy family suddenly became a demon. A terrifying aura emanated from all around him.
Even the cameraman and other workers were dumbstruck by this sudden explosion of dreadful aura, much less Luo Chen who was in the heart of the typhoon.
Luo Chen was trembling. There was no color on his face at all; his thin lips were in a straight line, and his entire body almost combusted into flames by the deafening tongue lashing he got. He really wished he could disappear into the air.
Ye Wanwan curbed her anger slightly but the coldness on her face did not lessen as she said, "Now, this is your last chance. If you keep this up, our collaboration shall end here."
When Luo Chen heard the last five words, his eyes constricted and he lifted his head immediately.