Chapter 374

Almost every artist will encounter this embarrassing problem more or less.

As soon as the middle-aged greasy uncle's question came out, the host was a little surprised. Generally, the incoming calls will be screened first. It's impossible for such kind of questions to be answered!

Zhu Yuan subconsciously looks at the director, but the director winks at her. This is the tacit understanding of the two people's cooperation for many years. The director's meaning is to deliberately put such problems in, because the whole interview program is peaceful, so he creates a little gimmick, and at the same time, he also looks at Xia Wei'an's reaction ability.

Although it was an interview program, there were still some audience at the scene. At this time, they all looked at Xia Weian and looked forward to her reply.

Xia Weian smiles and says, "brain, because it's smart enough."

In a simple sentence, this problem is perfectly exposed.

The third question that came in was also a man. His voice was hoarse and uncomfortable.

"If you had a dream that you had to exchange with your hands, what would that dream be?"

Xia Wei'an subconsciously looked at his hands and instantly got goose bumps. What's the ghost problem?

"So far, I haven't had a dream worth exchanging with my hands, because my dream will be realized by my own smart brain."

Xia Weian smiles and the interview program ends.

Lisa Cheng is waiting outside the studio. As soon as she comes out, they walk to the nanny car in the parking lot.

Because of the need to protect the safety of artists, their parking space is specially cleared, and the idlers can't get in at all.

When they opened the nanny car, Xia Weian went up first and was about to sit down when she saw a beautifully packed box on the seat. She picked it up and asked Lisa Cheng, "little Sasha, is this your thing?"

Lisa Cheng took a look and shook her head. "No, how can I like this kind of pink stuff? It's a woman!"

That's not her thing, Xia Wei'an doubts, but this car is her special car, there will be nothing else except their things, so, is it from fans?

As she thought about it, she opened the box and took a look at the contents. First she was startled, then her eyes sank down and looked at the contents.

Seeing that her expression was not right, Lisa Cheng hurriedly came forward to have a look. At this, seven spirits were immediately scared out of three spirits. With a scream, she suddenly reached out and hit the box into the corner of the car. A pair of bloody hands rolled out of the box!

"Come on, call the police!" As she shouts, Lisa Cheng takes out her mobile phone. Her hand trembles and she is ready to call the police, but she is stopped by Xia Wei'an.

"No, it's a pair of artificial hands, and blood is not real blood."

Although Lisa Cheng used to be a gangster leader, shouting and killing all day long, she was never so frightened. After her initial fright subsided, she calmed down and said, "boss, what does that mean? It's disgusting!"

As soon as she saw this thing, she was scared. She quickly pulled down dozens of paper towels, squatted down, picked up the two prosthetic hands, threw them back into the box, and then threw the box into the garbage can in the parking lot.

"Driver, who was here just now?"

The driver is a strong young man in his early twenties. He turns to look at Lisa Cheng and shakes his head blankly. He has been sitting here listening to music. Has no one come?