Where did the person go?
If I can't take a photo of that woman today, wouldn't I miss the most explosive news of my career?
At this moment, he seemed to realize something and quickly leaned out from the eighth floor to look down, unable to stop scanning to see if Feng Chengjin had left.
Feng Chengjin was looking through the decorative glass behind the counter, smirking deeply, chatting aimlessly with the popcorn girls.
Until one of the popcorn girls seemed to spot the reporter as well, and took out a cinema event's paper bag from underneath, handing it to Feng Chengjin to wrap his hand, while advising, "Mr. Feng, don't worry, we couldn't stop him earlier due to time constraints, but this time we'll find a way to stop him."
Feng Chengjin just gave a charming smile, "No need, this time he won't take any more photos of me."
"Really?" The popcorn girl still seemed slightly nervous.
Feng Chengjin's deep eyes flashed a hint of mysterious light, "Yes."
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