Shen Yanshi got out of the car and walked up to her. "Does your variety show include a home delivery service?"

"Why are you here again?"

He smirked coolly. "You were thanking me just the other day, and now you want to draw a line between us? Xiang-Nuan, has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"

She glanced around nervously. "I'm afraid someone might take a picture. If you have something to say, call me. Don't come to my house."