Fu Shihan stared at him with a chilling gaze, causing the man to swallow nervously with a shudder.
"It was the staff here at the clubhouse who told !"
Their studio had collaborations with servers in so upscale venues; those people would provide insider tips, and they would reward them in return. That’s how so stars’ private etups got snapped so unexpectedly.
"They said Lin Yifan was here playing, as well as you, Young Master Lu, and, and President Su of the Su Family."
He didn’t want to seek out death by opposing Fu Shihan, so he spilled everything.
"Young Master Fu, rest assured, I will not disclose this matter! I will delete the photos right now, right in front of you, okay?"
Fu Shihan’s sinister look softened slightly upon hearing this.
He initially thought that he had been tailed all the way here, but if it was the clubhouse staff who inford him to co, then it wasn’t such a big issue.
"What else did you photograph?" Fu Shihan asked coldly.
"Nothing else! It’s all here!"
"Which studio do you belong to?" Fu Shihan pressed on.
"This... Young Master Fu, the job I do isn’t easy either, please don’t be too harsh..."
Hearing this, Fu Shihan raised an eyebrow, looked down at the photos on the cara again, and asked, "So what do you think, what is my relationship with President Su?"
Paparazzi: "..."
This is a deadly question! How should he answer? Isn’t it obvious? Aren’t they just F-buddies? Who would have thought these two were secretly involved!
Paparazzi: "Young Master Fu, I really won’t tell anyone, you can trust ..."
"I’m asking you, what is our relationship."
Paparazzi: "Friends?"
"You bring your son along when you et friends?"
Paparazzi: "??????"
"Leave a phone number." Fu Shihan casually tossed the cara back to him. "When I want to publicize this, I’ll call you."
Paparazzi: "Huh?"
What does that an?
The paparazzi was bewildered, having stalked many people, but this was the first ti he encountered soone who actively wanted to be exposed.
After being stunned for a mont, he quickly rattled off a series of numbers. Fu Shihan noted them down, warning, "I don’t want these photos to be known by a third party for now."
"Definitely not!" The paparazzi nodded again and again, almost swearing on it.
In the cara were only a few photos, showing Fu Shihan and Lin Yifan having fun at a club last night, as well as the recent scene of him and Su Wanxin coming out of the hotel, with him holding their son and holding her hand.
The photos taken by the professional paparazzi were quite clear. If these pictures were leaked, they would cause quite a stir.
Wanting to rush ho, Fu Shihan didn’t want to waste too much ti arguing. He looked at the man’s face, morized his features, and turned to leave.
The paparazzi watched him turn to go, still in a fog of disbelief that he was just let go. He had been prepared to take a beating...
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief but then saw Fu Shihan suddenly stop, making him sharply inhale and tense up.
"I’ve been married to Su Wanxin for a long ti, so think it over before you publish so reports in the future, don’t force to co find you."
"!!!"
The cara in the paparazzi’s hands fell to the ground with a snap.
Fu Shihan glanced down at the lens, and seeing the paparazzi’s devastated expression, he smiled contentedly and left.
"I..."
The paparazzi squatted down to pick up his livelihood, the words of Fu Shihan echoing constantly in his head, buzzing.
"Fuck..."
Married??? Really??? This damn... that’s playing too big, isn’t it???
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