"Stop right there!" Tongtong shouted urgently, watching the girl on the bike ride away. Angrily, she turned to the two assistants carrying bags behind her, "Why didn't you chase after her? I'm not paying you to just loaf around. If something happens because of this photo, can you bear the responsibility?!"
"It's just a photo. It's no big deal," the businessman said indifferently. "After all, in your entertainment circle, scandals are everywhere. When the time comes, you just say I'm your godfather!"
Realizing her outburst, Tongtong quickly switched to a smile, holding onto the man's arm again, "I'm just worried it would have a bad impact on you. I'll call you my godfather in public then!"
"Good girl!" The businessman ambiguously pinched her rear, "Get in the car!"
"Okay!"
Obediently, Tongtong agreed, glancing in the direction the cycling girl had left, biting her teeth in resentment.
Since Jiao Yang returned, she had been working hard to clean up her image.
