Fugui Road?
"Could it be that Wang Mengmeng is shooting a TV drama here?" Zhang Xiaohao wondered.
He put down his chopsticks.
"Sister Zhou, I'm done eating," Zhang Xiaohao said.
After speaking, he took his cellphone and walked outside.
Once out of the villa, he hailed a taxi and headed towards Fugui Road.
An hour and a half later.
The taxi stopped just outside Fugui Road; beyond that point, it was impossible to proceed.
It was said that Fugui Road had been reserved by some production team.
After paying the taxi fare, Zhang Xiaohao walked towards Fugui Road.
"Stop right there!" As soon as Zhang Xiaohao reached Fugui Road, he was stopped by eight burly men.
"Good dogs don't block the way, don't stand in my way," Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Hmph! Listen here, kid, Fugui Road has been booked by our Bai Xue's Production Team for the day, no idle people allowed! If you know what's good for you, go cool off somewhere else!" the leading burly man said menacingly.
