"Anyway, it's already posted, what more can happen?"
Yan Xiao said dismissively, striding to the entrance to change his shoes, and pushed open the door, walking out of the villa.
The agent had nothing more to say, just fuming as he followed behind, "One day, you're going to be the death of me."
"Don't worry, you're not going to die just yet."
Yan Xiao opened the car door and sat directly in the back seat. After putting on his baseball cap and mask, he finally instructed the agent to drive.
The entrance of the community was already swarmed with reporters, leaving no room to pass. The security was trying hard to hold them back, and the agent in the driver's seat murmured to himself with a headache, "When I came just now, there weren't so many people. How did it become like this in such a short while?"
Yan Xiao frowned, glancing at the crowd at the entrance, and then raised his hand to draw the curtains on the car window.
