"Not here."
She glanced outside, "This is the film set, people come and go. If someone sees my car shaking, it'll be big news tomorrow."
"At this time?!"
Mo Tingshen was incredulous.
He spat those words out from between his teeth, abruptly stopping, his body tense to the point of spasming.
Chu Yao gave him a fleeting glance, "Is that okay?"
Mo Tingshen stared at her for several seconds, lips pressed tight, before snapping out a few words: "What do you think?"
"Sorry, the soundproofing in the camper is too good, got carried away with you."
She had enough fun and began to regret, realizing the need to save face.
Mo Tingshen's face and dignity were almost gone.
"Which hotel?"
Chu Yao mentioned a hotel name to him, not needing to use navigation. Whenever she stayed in a hotel for filming, Mo Tingshen had already researched them thoroughly. Over the years, there were never any paparazzi or stalkers successfully meddling in the hotel, all because he was protecting her.
