Yan Feifan followed the voice and saw a homely-looking man with a handlebar mustache spouting nonsense at Mr. Wang. The man was scrawny, all skin and bones, and sported a ridiculous bowl cut.
Beside this scrawny monkey of a man were a woman with buck teeth and another man whose fat jiggled with every movement.
Yan Feifan strode over to Wang Chuan's side. Just as he was about to loudly refute the man, Wang Chuan held up a hand to stop him.
Wang Chuan faced the scrawny man and said coldly, "We were invited here by Mr. Sun, the executive director of Sunshine Film and Television."
"Do you have the authority to kick us out?"
Seeing the man's expression change abruptly, Wang Chuan added with a sneer, "Did my profession in plastic surgery somehow trigger your sensitive and insecure little heart?"
