After leaving the bathroom, you returned to where Lance was, but you didn't expect the reporters and photojournalists to suddenly appear and surround Lance. You already had a bad feeling, but you continued to walk towards Lance, trying to stay calm. The reporters and photojournalists turned their attention to you, their expressions a mix of confusion and curiosity. The reporters began whispering to each other.

"Who is she?" one reporter asked his colleague. The colleague replied, "I don't know, but could she be Lance's real lover? Maybe?"

One of the photojournalists noticed something unusual on your neck, he spotted a hickey. Without hesitation, the photojournalist started taking pictures of you with his camera, and soon the others followed suit, snapping shots of you. Realizing the situation was turning chaotic, Lance couldn't help but feel angry and frustrated. He yelled loudly at the photojournalists to stop, but it was no use. The reporters began asking unreasonable questions, making you feel uncomfortable. Finally, Lance took action to divert their attention. With his strong, large hand, he deliberately knocked over one of the cameras aimed at you. The camera fell to the ground with a loud crash, drawing their focus away.

Lance quickly grabbed your arm, pulling you close to his body. He partially draped his blazer over you, shielding you with it. He then swiftly led you out of the building through the back exit.

"Bloody hell, who allowed them in here? Tch, they're just raising my blood pressure even more."