Xia Yanxin returned to the car in a very disheveled state, closed the door, leaned on the steering wheel, and gasped in shock... She had often heard about the unspoken rules of the entertainment industry, and this time she had experienced them firsthand. Indeed, being a journalist was a high-risk, high-stimulation profession.
"What's wrong?"
Suddenly, Yeh Huang's voice came from behind. Xia Yanxin was startled, turned her head around, and then realized that Yeh Huang had somehow quietly gotten into the car without her noticing, facepalm.
"Uh... nothing, how come... When did you get in, you scared me!"
"The auction was canceled, so I came over early."
Xia Yanxin slowly caught her breath, then started the car, holding the steering wheel, but her heart still had not calmed down.
"You lost one of your shoes, are you really okay?" Yeh Huang asked again.
