Qin Fen was delighted to find a phone. He wondered whether he should turn it in, but the problem was that the guy had been taken away by the police. After what had just happened, Big Chef held that bastard in deep contempt. Expecting him to return lost property honestly was really asking too much.
As Qin Fen hesitated, the passengers beside him broke out in cold sweat. At first, they had thought the girl was quite open and bold, and they had even hoped to get to know her. This was the City of Romance, after all.
But the gold-digger they had expected, the kind looking to make some extra cash, never appeared. The first guy to take a bite had been arrested, leaving them utterly helpless. They glared at Qin Fen in resentment. Not understanding Chinese, they had no idea that the girl was actually Big Chef's fan.
The four of them ate while Chairman Zhou's assistant approached, wearing an apologetic smile. "Chef Qin, we still have several scenes to shoot!"
"Really? We're not heading straight back to Paris? Fine. When we get there, just let me know so I can get ready to get off." Qin Fen had accepted someone's request, and he still had that much professional integrity.
"No, this shoot has already wrapped up. You can rest now. There's still some time before Fashion Week, so you can travel around and have fun. We'll be arriving soon. Once we reach Paris, someone will pick you up. Chairman Zhou has already arranged it, and they'll contact you then." After speaking, the assistant looked apologetically at the other three.
"It's fine. Go do your work," Song Shaoqing said. He disliked being led around by others and would much rather they made no arrangements at all. It would