Qin Fen Was Never Far from Disaster

Every gaze snapped to the ground beneath Chen Muyuan's feet. A Chihuahua?

Fine, the breed wasn't the point. The point was the puddle spreading across the floor, a veritable Mountains-and-Rivers Brocade Scroll.

What was going on? With so many staff members crowding around to watch, Chen Muyuan's face turned red. He had been bullied by a Chihuahua again. It was miserable. It was humiliating.

The director was at a loss. What was this? Where had the dog come from? And of all things, it had peed—on their foreign guest, no less.

"Damn it! Whose dog is that? Don't you know it peed on someone?" the executive director roared.

To hell with you. Chen Muyuan felt abandoned by the world. There wasn't a decent person around him. They were kicking him while he was down.

The executive director's shout sent the whole studio into an uproar. Everyone looked at Chen Muyuan. Now they all knew he had been peed on.

Chen Muyuan watched Little Bean trot away looking thoroughly pleased with himself. Unable to contain his anger, he immediately gave chase.

But as everyone knew, you didn't wear shoes in the ring or while practicing taekwondo. The moment he moved, the barefoot Chen Muyuan left a trail of damp footprints across the studio floor.

As he moved, every gaze followed. Everyone was too stunned to speak. Even the cameraman tracked him, then instinctively glanced at his feet. An instant later, there it was in close-up!

Liu Mang had wanted to chat a little more with Chef Qin, but now he only had eyes for one man. Chen Muyuan, you were unforgettable, by day or by night. You were the greatest!

Sheng Xiaoying bit her lip. As a lady, she was too embarrassed to burst out laughing. Qin Fen could only sigh.