บท 343: Chapter 352 I Can Make You Leave_1

Ming Ge saw the difficulty Han Sen was in and took the initiative to speak, drawing the "problem" onto herself.

Fei Yan was startled, his displeasure imperceptibly furrowing his brow.

He and Han Sen—were not only good friends, but also directors of two different film crews.

When a director speaks, where is there room for a minor actor to interrupt?

Fei Yan's gaze unconsciously drifted to the side, then a flash of amazement sparkled in his eyes.

"This is..." he began, looking at Han Sen, waiting for him to make the introduction.

Clutching her handbag, Ming Ge did not wait for Han Sen to speak. She smiled broadly, although the smile did not reach her eyes, "Didn't Yao Weiwei tell you... who it was that threw her out of here just now?"

To save Yao Weiwei's face, Fei Yan used the word "please," but Ming Ge ripped off this veil of modesty with a single line, thick with mocking sarcasm.

Testing the waters, Fei Yan ventured, "Ming Ge... Miss Ming?"

But isn't it your daddy me.