* Chi * .
A reporter held his camera and gently stepped on the door. The sound of the airtight door opening could still be heard.
Wei Jiayou frowned and looked over with dissatisfaction. However, he only caught the back of the other party. The image of him rushing away was just like a scumbag who had escaped from a hotel room in a hurry. There was a hint of determination in his footsteps, there was a hint of embarrassment and a hint of nostalgia, but he had no conscience!
“Come and go as you please,”Wei Jiayou muttered.
However, it was not good to offend a reporter. Moreover, if the man wanted to leave, it was not a problem for him to stop him. He could not afford to lose face. Wei Jiayou could only look like a girl hiding under the blanket. He watched the Scumbag walk away with the Outfit bought by the company with tears in his eyes.