Artistes like them had to be careful in everything they did. They had never seen a newcomer artiste exude Qi Feng's confidence.
Qi Feng did not explain further. He walked around the car and went to the driver's seat. He knocked on the window.
The chauffeur in the car was still reminiscing about the scene of Qi Feng and Di Xiaoli in the backseat. He was shocked by the sudden knocking on the glass. He turned his head and saw that it was Qi Feng. A trace of disdain flashed across his eyes.
As a chauffeur in the entertainment industry, he had experienced this kind of thing many times. Without exception, those people gave him red packets of 5,000 or 10,000 yuan, telling him to keep it a secret and not to spread it.
"Give it to me."
He rolled down the car window and reached out to receive the red packet.
"Bang!"
Qi Feng grabbed his hand and pressed it down, pressing it on the top of the car window that had not completely descended.
"Bring what? Did you misunderstand something?" Qi Feng asked in confusion.
"I…Let go…Let go, let go!”
The driver was a little dumbfounded. Previously, when Qi Feng sang and played the guitar at the recording studio, he looked like a harmless big boy no matter how he looked at it.
When he was in the car with Di Xiaoli, he was also extremely gentle and considerate.
Why did he suddenly have so much strength and such a bad temper?
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