Meng Ruo had noticed something was wrong and raised her phone to record early on, so furious she nearly ground her teeth to pieces.
She couldn't barge onto the set, or they would be the ones in the wrong! That would make the fallout harder to handle.
Seeing Song Yunxing leave the set, she angrily shoved aside the staff blocking her way.
"Move!"
Meng Ruo measured the water's temperature with an infrared thermometer.
The glowing screen read-1°C!
How dare they!
Meng Ruo was livid. She grabbed the photographer by the collar on the spot. "What is the meaning of this?! Is this how you treat the artists you work with?!"
"You even create hardships when there aren't any!"
"This wasn't mentioned in the work contract at all! I think you did it on purpose!"
Back when he had first debuted and had no fame, he had endured every kind of hardship. Now that he was famous, he was still being treated like this.
The photographer pulled his collar free, his face full of contempt. "Can't even handle this little bit of hardship? Then why bother shooting an endorsement? Get lost already!"
The young man beside them watched the argument with interest, casually adding fuel to the fire. "Exactly, lady. Behave yourself. If you won't shoot, pay us the penalty for breach of contract. If you will, keep going."
"Right, Song Yunxing?" The young man raised his chin arrogantly.
Song Yunxing radiated cold, his lips deathly pale and the clothes on his body like blocks of ice.
"Yunxing, let's go inside and get you changed first," his assistant said worriedly.
Song Yunxing shook his head at him, signaling for the assistant to stand aside.
"Am I supposed to know you?" The young man's voice trembled, and there was no kindness left