The blinding flash of lights shone down from above, and faint noises of people speaking surrounded them. Song Yinyin, who was in a deep sleep, squinted her eyes as she was about to wake up.
The others noticed Song Yinyin in Lu Jihan's arms and brazenly lifted their cameras to capture the scene.
"Get away from me!" Lu Jihan was annoyed and shouted reprimandingly.
At the same time, he turned around, shielding Song Yinyin's head against his chest, preventing anyone from photographing her face.
It was evident he was making every effort to protect her.
Everyone was stunned by the sight.
Lu Jihan's face was darkly sullen, appearing more terrifying under the dim lights, his eyes wide with fury, brows furrowed, and his chest heaving heavily.
He had always maintained an image of being handsome, charming, and elegantly aloof in front of the media. He rarely lost his temper publicly and was generally seen as a polite gentleman admired by many.
