Thinking of how Feng Yang had previously rescued Yin Qing from human traffickers, everyone understood why Chairman Yin's family was being so warm. Then, looking at Feng Yang and Yin Qing's handsome and beautiful appearances, the reporters instantly imagined all sorts of romance-drama plots involving a hero saving a beauty and her offering herself in return. When they rushed over for interviews, they even slipped in a few suggestive questions.
The onlookers standing around the edges had no idea what was going on. Seeing the reporters worked up as if they had been injected with chicken blood, they assumed some celebrity was being interviewed and swarmed over as well, holding up their phones to take photos and videos. At a glance, it really did look like fans greeting a star at the airport.
Feng Yang had not expected that after living in seclusion for twenty years in his previous life, he would get to experience celebrity treatment in this one. He had only just managed to struggle out of the crowd under the guards' escort when Duan Mingxu, whose family ran a film company, grabbed him.
The second-generation heir of the Duan family still refused to give up. Clutching Feng Yang's hem, he shamelessly pressed on, "Master Feng, are you really not interested in joining the entertainment industry? With your looks and popularity, if you debut, you'll definitely become famous overnight!"
In the height of summer, Yanjing was stuffy like a giant sauna, enough to make people short of breath. Duan Mingxu's palm was covered in sweat, and when he grabbed Feng Yang's white T-shirt, tiny beads of sweat left speckled marks on the hem. Feng Yang looked at it again and again in disgust.
Yin Li smacked away the paw clutching Feng Yang's shirt hem, then reached out to