Senior sister, I really don’t have any improper thoughts about you!

There was a "pop" sound.

A clear large crack appeared in the car window.

For a while.

The men and women around were stunned.

Followed by.

I don’t know who took the lead.

The crowd screamed in fear.

"Who threw the stone?"

"Did it hit someone?!"

“xxxxxxx!!”

"Don't crowd! Don't crowd!"

You know, there are hundreds of good people here.

It was already crowded.

But at least they are all heading in the same direction.

just now.

Facing a sudden attack.

People are in a panic.

All directions became chaotic.

Walking outward.

Squeezed inside.

There are also scattered ones.

It only takes a few seconds.

The entrance of Tenghong Entertainment was in chaos.

Hundreds of people were pushing and shoving.

Even in Gao Jingyi's eyes.

I saw several people almost fall down.

This made her anxious. She opened the car window and shouted outside:

"Don't squeeze!"

"Don't panic!"

"Keep calm! Keep order!"

however.

Her voice was like a pebble.

In the turbulent river, not even a single ripple can be created.

fortunately.

The chaotic scene didn't last long.

They were attacked by a large security team that rushed out of Tenghong Entertainment.

They shouted through loudspeakers and used tools to maintain stability.

A good while.

Watching the order at the door stabilize.

Gao Jingyi, still in shock, patted her chest.

Want to say something.

But I don’t know why.

What flashed through her mind at this moment was the image of the man wearing glasses throwing stones into the crowd.

and so…

why?

------

at the same time.

Du Hong in the director's office upstairs.

I witnessed the commotion at the entrance of the building.

His face suddenly became very ugly.

Even though the incident was quickly suppressed.

But she still couldn't stop her anger.

pick up the phone.

Dial a number.

"what happened?"

The tone was exceptionally calm.

But the person on the other end of the phone shuddered involuntarily.

Then he said carefully:

"Du, Director Du..."

"Someone threw a stone at Aaron Kwok's car..."

"And then the riots that ensued..."

...

"Who threw it?"

"No, I don't know..."

"Where's the door surveillance?"

“No, I didn’t see…”

Hear this.

Du Hong couldn't suppress the anger in his body at all.

He said something coldly.

"Control all messages and give you another day."

"If there is no result."

"You, take your team, all get out of here!"

------

Miss Jiang on the other side.

I don't know anything about what happened at the door.

At this moment, she was feeling surprised by Tenghong Entertainment's arrangement.

Separate dressing room.

Separate powder room.

And a stylist who works for her alone.

Even thoughtfully sent her a die-hard fan...

"How did you come…"

Miss Jiang looked at the shy little girl and asked helplessly.

"I want to see you..."

Such a straightforward answer, revealing emotion without any concealment.

If I didn't know what this girl meant.

Miss Jiang might really think that she has met another good comrade.

In this regard.

She opened her mouth.

There are too many words that come to my lips but I can't say them.

In the end, I could only sigh softly.

Then he turned his attention to Zhao Xique.

"Sparrow."

"Have all the subsequent arrangements been finalized?"

...

"Ah."

Zhao Xique responded softly.

Then he lowered his head, flipped through the notebook in his hand, and said:

"The teacher will do the styling first, and then go to the negotiation room to look at the script arrangement and meet with the other four judges at the same time."

"Go to the studio at 9:40 and walk through the general process."

"The show will start recording at ten o'clock."

"Two hours of recording in the morning."

“Five hours of recording in the afternoon.”

"It is expected to end around 7pm."

"There will also be a celebration banquet..."

I knew this thing was indispensable.

Miss Jiang pursed her lips.

I was thinking about what excuse I could use to run away at night.

At this time.

Through the makeup mirror.

Miss Jiang suddenly discovered that Qian Qiao was holding the things she had taken off, placing them on herself and gesturing at something.

That look.

That look.

For a moment, she didn't know what words to use to describe it.

But that's it.

The door of the dressing room was suddenly pushed open.

Wang Jianguo walked in from outside the door.

Then he quickly came behind Miss Jiang.

Bend down.

He said excitedly:

"boss!"