An Ziqi rubbed her forehead and nodded hastily, "Yes, yes, yes, filming a movie, everyone, run quickly."
"Then when it's done, you have to come back and take a photo with us." The crowd clamored.
"Okay, okay, run quickly, run quickly." An Ziqi busily managed the crowd, letting everyone swiftly exit from the door.
Just as they had sent everyone out, the two were planning to run outside.
The man in black from the kitchen finally ran over, soaked with sour and spicy powder, and casually grabbed a chair from the side and hurled it toward the door.
Then he quickly approached, blocking the two in a corner.
Earlier, An Ziqi had thrown instant noodle seasoning in his eyes, and both had poured sour and spicy powder on him, so now his eyes were swollen and red like a beast, as he stepped closer to them.
They looked like two pitiful little lambs trapped in the dead-end corner with nowhere to escape.
An Ziqi hurriedly stepped forward, directly shielding Huang Ying behind her.
