In the internet age, whoever you were, the thing you feared most was being posted online.
The woman in the yellow dress was no exception. At Yan Ningke's words, her face drained of color, and she instinctively raised a hand to shield her face, forgetting all about her son standing there alone.
"You're violating my image rights! I never agreed to let you film me! I'm going to sue you! You're breaking the law!"
"No, no, no." Yan Ningke wagged his index finger.
"First, this is a public place, and we notified both the neighborhood authorities and the person in charge here in advance. Second, you and your child were the ones who barged in, weren't you? First you hurt our dog, then you hurled abuse at us."
"You even insulted everyone here. It's already generous of us not to hold you responsible for disrupting our shoot. Who are you to blow this up into some grand matter of principle?"
In other words, who did she think she was, putting on airs?
[My man is saying what all of us online want to say!]
[Unblocked. Everything is finally unblocked!]
[My breasts thank you for relieving all that pent-up anger!]
[This guy won me over with that speech alone!]
[Why does he give off the vibe that he's clocking out today and quitting tomorrow?]
[Okay, but dude, you're a celebrity! How can you be this down-to-earth!]
Yan Ningke had never considered himself a celebrity. To him, this was just a job. If he hadn't been bound by a contract, he would never have set foot in this industry.
So he had never built a persona around anything he did, nor had he confined himself with rules and restrictions.
In short, if he could do the job, he would. If not, to