"Ah...what?" Baitang's mood was finally brought back by his words and he asked.
Leng Zimo put his hand to his lips, coughed lightly and said, "No."
Baitang said half-heartedly, "Oh?" and then questioned, "Did you just discharge electricity at me?"
Leng Zimo spread his hands and denied, "Is there any?"
"But I saw it wrong, is it impossible?" Bai Tang remembered that he blinked at her to discharge the electricity, otherwise he would not have been electrocuted and lost his soul.
"Cough cough cough... Maybe it's because I'm too handsome, so..." Leng Zimo put his hand to his lips again and said narcissistically.
When he heard what he said, Bai Tang immediately wrinkled his face, held his mouth, and made a state of vomiting.
Little did he know that all the tricks the two of them were doing on stage were caught by the sharp-eyed reporters, and the cameras in their hands would capture the intimate movements of the two of them whispering from time to time.
The guy in his hand showed a satisfied smile while carding.
At this moment, Assistant Han cautiously stepped forward and said, "Master Leng, is it time for the model to appear next?"
His words were just heard by Bai Tang, who was sitting next to him, and he said excitedly: "There are still models? How about coming out soon?"
Leng Zimo was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that the evening dress that was originally intended to be worn by the model seemed to still be worn by Imoni.
What about the Imoni people?
Um? Only then did Leng Zimo remember that Imoni seemed to still be in the store, because he had never seen her come out from the beginning to the end.
Leng Zimo was stunned. He patted his thigh in panic and said, "Not good."
Assistant Han didn't understand what it meant and hurriedly asked: "What happened?"
"The clothes are still on Imoni's body." Leng Zimo responded.
"What?" Assistant Han was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant.
Although Bai Tang vaguely understood what he was talking about, she was still a little confused and didn't understand what this had to do with the model's appearance.
Leng Zimo stood up, took Bai Tang's hand, and said eagerly: "Follow me."
Then he told Assistant Han: "I'll leave this to you first. I'll be back in 10 minutes."
Before Bai Tang could react, he was led out of the seat by Leng Zimo.
Upon seeing this, Assistant Han hurriedly came to the rescue and said, "Everyone, please be patient. Young Master Leng is only leaving for a short time and will be back in a moment."
"Tch..." The reporters suddenly let out a long sigh.
Bai Tang's hand was held by Leng Zimo all the way up the stairs.
"Which show are you acting in?" Bai Tang asked as he ran along while being pulled by him.
"Let's have another transaction. As long as you do me this favor, I will give you another million." Leng Zimo said.
"What? Another million?" Baitang couldn't help but be stunned when he heard that the rich and handsome man said it was one million.
"Yeah." Leng Zimo nodded and responded.
"Why do I feel that money is not money at all in the eyes of you rich people?" Baitang said in confusion.
"Ahem, cough, cough, you just need to agree to help me." Leng Zimo didn't know how to answer his question.
When Bai Tang thought about earning another million, he nodded happily and said, "Yeah, okay, I promise you."