Same day, same time.
Two big shots appearing in a small town together, who would believe there's nothing going on?
A few paparazzi hurried over upon hearing that Ying Jing was injured on set, yet they still couldn't catch up with Wen Fucheng and Ying Zenan.
From day to night, they finally caught a glimpse of something.
"Who do you think Wen Fucheng and Ying Zenan came for?"
"Are you serious, second brother? The one who's injured is obviously the one they're rushing for."
"It's all for Ying Jing. Aren't these two going to fight? Could it be they're both pursuing Ying Jing?"
"Or maybe Ying Jing is two-timing and everything's falling apart now."
The more one of the paparazzi talked, the more ridiculous it got, until another patted him on the arm.
"What nonsense are you spouting? Ying Zenan, Ying Jing, they're both named Ying. Do you think there might be some connection between them?"
Well indeed, both surnamed Ying.
