She...didn't she leave?!

He was guilty of being a thief, and Wen Ruowan turned around in a panic.

Above the stairs, Mu Jinbai put his hands in his pocket with his majestic expression, like an insurmountable iceberg.

"You...you..." Wen Ruowan stood in the middle of the safety ladder, neither moving forward nor retreating, and subconsciously grabbed the camera in her hand, "What do you want to do?"

"I should ask you this sentence?"

Jun Qing straightened up and leaned lazily on the back of the railing, stepped on the feet of the flat-top canvas shoes, and stepped up the steps step by step.

The girl was carrying a light on her back and was covered with a silver-white aperture by the fluorescent light on the safety ladder.

That delicate little face was not very real in the dim light.

Only those pair of eyes are like stars in a winter night.

Extremely bright and extremely cold.

Jun Qing in front of him is like the Princess Zhengyang who was killed and killed in the script.

Wen Ruowan couldn't help but think of her line.

"In front of me, I am just an ant. If I want you to live, you will live. If I want you to die... then you can only die!"

Wen Ruowan's heart trembled violently and she took a step back.

He stepped on the air and fell heavily on the steps of the stairs.

After reaching out his right hand, Jun gently pinched the SLR in her hand.

Wen Ruowan subconsciously shrank back her hands holding the SLR camera, met her eyes, and instinctively sent the camera forward.

Jun Qing snatched it, turned on the camera, browsed the photos she took, and smiled gently.

"I can't tell, your photography skills are pretty good!"

As things have developed to this point, Wen Ruowan naturally knows that no matter how much she argues, it is meaningless.

It’s okay to offend Jun Qing, but offend Mu Jinbai, who controls most of the entertainment industry, how can she survive in the circle in the future?

"This... this is all Miss Rong's idea!" In order to protect herself, she had to confess Rong Yan, "It was she who asked me to do this, it was she who asked me to target you, it was she who asked me to secretly shoot you who framed you... Jun Qing, we are carefree, why do I target you? I... I'm forced to do it. I am her artist. If I don't listen to her, she... she will ban me!"

"Is that true?" Jun Qing lowered her long eyelashes and stretched out her right finger to hook Wen Ruowan's chin, "Since it's not your fault, why are you doing so nervously? Come and laugh!"

Wen Ruowan curled the corners of her lips and squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying.

She pressed the shutter, put the other person's embarrassment into the camera, and adjusted the camera to the recording state.

"You said Rong Yan asked you to do it, how do you prove it?"

Seeing that Jun Qing seemed to be moved by her words, Wen Ruowan immediately added fuel to the fire and explained Rong Yan's story.

"The company I work in is a branch of Rongshi Media, and everyone knows this. She forced me to do everything I do. She once called me to the head office and threatened me. If I don't listen to her, she would ban me. Jun Qing, I have no choice... You must believe me, Jun Qing, I was forced too. You also know that the lifeline of artists is in the hands of the agency. She is my boss, I... I dare not ignore her!"

In order to make her words more credible, Wen Ruowan was also half true and half false, showing her best acting skills in her life, crying with tears and snot, which was so pitiful.

Noting the camera in Jun Qing's hand, Wen Ruowan raised her hand to wipe her face.
Chapter completed!