"Sorry, beautiful, I'm not easily scared...so, what you said doesn't intimidate me in the slightest," Zhu Bufan smirked, his gaze still fixed on Zhou Siyu.
"You...you're still looking..."
Infuriated, with slightly furrowed brows, Zhou Siyu hastily covered her front, her voice growing colder, "Today, you're definitely dead..."
The innocent and shy girls around couldn't help but get terrified by this scene.
They were well aware of the temper of this beauty director; during the recent interviews, because someone mentioned her bad attitude, they were immediately escorted out by the security.
It goes without saying just how fiery the beauty director's temper could be.
And right now, there was someone unknowingly provoking her.
Many girls thought Zhu Bufan was quite handsome with a good appearance, secretly worrying for him.
Knowing how the beauty director's temper flares up, she recognizes no relations when angry.
