Because of Ling Sheng’s incident, Huo Ci got the director to concentrate on his scenes and returned early.
He checked Weibo once he got off the plane.
#Ling Sheng’s nouveau-riche fan @Jun Lin is a bigshot. He is a big boss!#
Huo Ci was wearing sunglasses and a mask and was carrying a suitcase in his hand. When he saw the hottest topics, his hand shook with anger!
Jun Lin!
D*mn Third Master Jun!
If he changed his vest, would he be any better?
He could guess without using his brain!
When Zuo Ming received news of Master’s return at the last minute, he hurried to the airport, only to see his phone vibrating.
Master had returned at the last minute. The fans had not heard the news.
There were no fans at the airport to pick him up, and he was not used to the silence.
“Sixth Master.” Zuo Ming walked over to pick up his luggage, not daring to ask why he was back at this hour.
However, he took a quick look and happened to see the hottest news. It was all about Ling Sheng’s wealthy fan, Jun Lin.
Tsk tsk…
Master had been defeated by his daughter!
There was a notification on his phone.
Zuo Ming picked it up secretly and took a look. It was a notification from Weibo.
Huo Ci (V): I haven’t seen my bastard son @Little Qi in days. Be good and don’t cause any trouble!
The reaction to his choice of words were acted upon by the Little Cis within minutes below the post, ameliorating any backlash.
People asked him when he would be back and if filming was tiring.
They asked when a photo of Xiao Qi would be uploaded.
They said that Qiang and Xiao Qi must be very well-behaved. How could a child raised by their idol not be obedient?
The corners of Zuo Ming’s eyes twitched, and his teeth were aching. People were blind! They were so naive!
They reached the airport exit.
Zuo Ming had just put the suitcase in the trunk when he saw Master, who had opened the car door and was about to get in, slam the door shut and storm angrily toward Entrance No.1.
He took another look.
There was a Rolls-Royce Silver Succubus parked at the entrance. It was the only one of its kind in China.
Then, he looked at the car’s plates: 8888.
Third Master Jun.
Oh no.
The two enemies were meeting.
How could they meet each other at the airport?
Jun Shiyan was going overseas that day.
An Yan had just pushed him out of the car when he saw a strange person opposite him. The person in question was aggressive and harbored evil intentions.
“Master…” An Yan took another look and said in a low voice, “It’s Huo Ci.”
Jun Shiyan frowned slightly, his eyes revealing obvious disdain. There was no emotion in his magnetic voice. “Let’s go!”
Huo Ci was sure.
He had recognized him.
But why would he turn around to leave? Was he afraid of him?
“Third Master Jun!” Huo Ci bellowed. “Stop right there, damn it!”
Jun Shiyan did not turn his head around. The man in the wheelchair gave off an air of elegance and grace. In a casual tone, he asked, “Movie King Huo, do you want the whole country to know that you bullied a disabled person at the entrance of the airport?”
Huo Ci’s face under the mask contorted in anger.
Bullied a disabled person his *ss!
Could he be considered a disabled person?
Would a disabled person be more brutal than him?
“Jun Lin! It’s you, right?” Huo Ci blocked his way, giving him a condescending look. The calm and undisturbed eyes reflected in the sunglasses made him explode instantly.
“So what if it’s me? So what if it’s not me?” Jun Shiyan smiled faintly. His thin lips moved slightly, and his tone was flat. “Please make way.”
“What if I don’t?” Huo Ci was fuming.
“A good dog doesn’t block one’s way.” Jun Shiyan’s tone was flat.
God knew how angry he was now and how much he wanted to question him. He wanted to know why he had not helped her when she was being insulted and criticized online!