Chapter 292: My Lady, Keep a Low Profile, Don’t Scare People to Death
Through the rearview mirror, she glanced at the sneaky car behind.
Her Majesty the Empress sneered coldly.
Turning a corner, the car turned onto a secluded path.
The person behind, though somewhat puzzled by her sudden turn, still followed.
The road became more and more desolate, and after some distance, they discovered Xia Weibao’s car arrogantly blocking the road ahead.
It was obstructing the way!
The car interior was empty.
Strange, where is the person?
While the follower was still puzzled, they felt their own car shake, then the rear seemed to be lifted up, tilting their body towards the steering wheel.
This eerie scene made their hair stand on end.
Looking back with a terrified face, they saw Xia Weibao holding up the rear of their car with one hand, while sneering at them.
The wind was strong, blowing her hair into disarray.
The night was dark, and against the dim light, her face was indiscernible.
One could only see her chilling white teeth and the terrifying eyes flickering in the dark.
A white dress fluttering like the wandering spirit of a lonely ghost.
"It’s a ghost—"
A scream tore through the sky as the little paparazzo slammed on the accelerator, only to find that his body was shaking so badly, the engine died.
Already on the verge of collapse, one can imagine just how dreadful the scare was when the car died on him.
In a panic, he fumbled to open the car door, then tumbled and scrambled out, falling to the ground with a thud.
Forgetting even the camera, he staggered forward as he ran.
All the while leaving behind a wet trail smelling of urine...
Xia Weibao, "..."
That’s not necessary, to be so frightened as to wet one’s pants.
This person’s courage is really lacking, considering the fact that back then, when she flipped a car over, the chicken-eating trio didn’t pee themselves.
She walked over, picked up the camera, and fiddled with it according to the original owner’s memory.
There were a few photos inside, which had been taken continuously from the moment she left Yin Mulan’s house.
The little paparazzo, scared witless, ran desperately until he was almost out of breath before he stopped.
Leaning against a big tree, he gasped for air.
Looking back, all was pitch dark—surely she couldn’t have caught up, right?
Just as he was thinking this, a few leaves suddenly dropped from above.
He looked up to see Xia Weibao in a white dress, sitting on a tree branch, smiling at him.
"Ah—"
Another scream rent the air as the little paparazzo sat down on his behind in terror, shrinking back, "Don’t... don’t come any closer!"
When had she caught up?
This was no human!
Xia Weibao leaped down, gracefully landing on the ground.
With measured steps, she approached him like delicate lotus blossoms blooming with each step.
Weighing the camera in her hand, "Tell me, who sent you to follow me."
The little paparazzo’s eyes flickered, "No... nobody, I’m a reporter, I wanted to dig up dirt on you..."
Click—
Before he could finish speaking, Xia Weibao applied pressure with the hand holding the camera, and a clicking sound was heard as cracks slowly appeared.
In the blink of an eye, a camera was crushed to pieces in her hand, falling to the ground.
Gurgle gurgle—
The little paparazzo swallowed hard, his eyes filled with sheer terror.
"It was your manager. She gave me a sum of money to capture that backer of yours," he blurted out, then quickly threw a card, "The money is all here, I haven’t spent a cent, please let me go."
Xia Weibao’s heart sank suddenly, her expression slightly shocked.
Sister Tong... huh.
Seeing her distracted, the little paparazzo took the chance to scramble away.
Damn it, from now on, he would have to take a detour whenever he saw this woman!
It’s like The Hulk reborn.
Xia Weibao did not immediately go home but instead called Sister Tong out.