His eyes shone with lust, revealing his true wolfish nature.
Lan Mu's face darkened like the bottom of a pot, his fists clenched tight as he gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you looking for death?"
He really did look frightening.
Zhou Sicheng took a step back in fear, "What's with that look? It's as if I'm trying to hit on your wife."
Lan Mu raised an eyebrow and asked coldly, "Want me to tell Wen Jing?"
Zhou Sicheng wasn't scared at all, "She just said she'd help me with the shoot."
Lan Mu's voice remained cold, "If I were you, I'd hurry up and get that tattoo removed during these three days."
Zhou Sicheng's face changed, and then he laughed and waved it off, "Alright, I don't need your help with the shoot anymore, you can scram now."
He stepped forward, walking past Lan Mu.
Once he reached the exit, he stopped.