The group of reporters tried to force Yu Manxi out. They looked as if they wanted to flip the car over. She was sitting in the car, so nervous that her breathing was rapid. The car was shaking, and with so many people pressing their faces against the glass, it was terrifying. She thought of going out to clarify, but if she went out now, she would probably be gnawed to the bone.
Suddenly, everyone heard the ear-piercing sound of brakes, and six black cars stopped in the garage simultaneously.
More than twenty well-trained bodyguards in black got out of the cars one after another. The person in the lead went straight toward Fu Chen.
"Third Master, sorry we're late."
"You're not late. You're just right on time." Fu Chen had already hung up.
Only then did everyone seem to notice that there were still unfamiliar faces around. Fu Chen didn't show his face often. But as media people, they were well-informed, so naturally, someone had seen him before.
