Qin Miao leaned casually against the door of the car after considering it, then crossed his legs and folded his arms, looking completely laid-back.
"Great! This posture is nice, keep the mood~"
The director's eyes lit up and prepared to start recording.
Just then, two loud bangs suddenly sounded.
If this were in America, hearing such sounds abruptly might lead one to think of a gunfight somewhere, but Qin Miao, having grown up in China, instinctively thought someone was setting off firecrackers.
Until he saw confetti slowly falling from the sky.
At this moment, staff from Mercedes on both sides of him were holding confetti cannons, with colored sparkles still dancing in the air clearly coming from those things.
And only then did Qin Miao look bewildered.
"What's going on?"
Just then, Susan appeared timely, holding a beautifully designed box with silver AMG lettering, and handed it to Qin Miao.
It was only then that Qin Miao realized what was about to happen.
