A flood of questions, all talking at once, but Zhou Xuan didn't say a word. Instead, Zhao Wuya got angry and shouted, "You've got your damn microphones all up in my face; how's the gentleman supposed to speak?"
The flashlights dazzled the reporters' eyes, making people see double. The long and short lenses all aimed at Zhao Wuya,
and Zhou Xuan looked and laughed — if these were real spears and knives, Ya Zi would have been stabbed into a pincushion by now.
"Who let out the secret of my whereabouts with such a long tongue?"
Zhou Xuan sighed deeply.
"It's tough being a person, even tougher being a celebrity, and being a top-tier star is nearly impossible."
Finally, under Zhao Wuya's stern protest, those long and short cameras turned their heads and aimed at Zhou Xuan.
