"Someone is secretly taking photos."
Hua Yifei narrowed his eyes, which were filled with disgust and anger.
After he became a director, the thing he hated the most was secretly taking photos.
".."
Luo Yangyang followed Hua Yifei's line of sight and saw a black van across the street.
This car looked a little familiar.
When Feng Sheng had picked her up at the entrance of the police station, she had seen the same car. Even the license plate number was the same.
"He probably followed me out."
Luo Yangyang frowned slightly. Her tone sounded helpless and angry.
No one liked being followed and photographed all day long.
"I'll take a taxi back myself. You go do your work."
Luo Yangyang knew that she was covered in negative news, so she did not want to implicate Hua Yifei.