Zhang Shimian's strike missed. Humiliated and furious, he tried to charge again, his eyes red, but several people behind him held him firmly back.
"Enough, enough. Do you still want a career in this industry?"
Zhang Shimian stiffened. The anger instantly drained from his face, leaving him deathly pale.
Only then did he belatedly remember who stood behind Xie Lin.
Xie Lin had actually been ready. If Zhang Shimian dared lunge at him again, he would beat him until even his mother wouldn't recognize him.
He hadn't expected the man to back down, rubbing the bump on his forehead as he slunk away.
Seeing that there would be no fight, the staff who had gathered in a broad semicircle dispersed in disappointment, muttering as they went.
"What the hell? I thought we'd get a show."
"Oh, please. Who would dare lay a hand on Xie Lin? Lu Ye would destroy him."
Xie Lin scratched his head, surprised by how useful Lu Ye's name was.
He hadn't even brought it up, and those people had already filled in all the blanks themselves.
Yu Xiaoyu had been shoved earlier and had stood fearfully off to the side for ages. Only now did she dare approach.
"Lin, will they come looking for trouble again?"
"Let them. Am I scared of him?"
Even without Lu Ye, he wasn't afraid.
At that thought, Xie Lin still took out his phone and tattled.
[Jiangzhou No. 1 Psychiatric Hospital Director Xie: Shooting an ad. Some bastard insulted me.]
He waited a minute, but there was no reply.
Guessing that Lu Ye was probably busy, Xie Lin quickly slipped his phone back into his pocket and headed toward the photography studio.
Fortunately, he had arrived early. Otherwise, that delay would definitely have held up the shoot,