"Oh!" She couldn't help but take a sharp breath, her whole body trembling.
"It's you... you injured Young Master Min."
Lu Xiaoyou tilted her head, her dark curly hair like smoke or fog, highlighting her snow-white, delicate face.
Her eyes contained both arrogance and innocence, as if pondering, she murmured to herself:
"Helian Min crawled under my horse by himself and lost an arm.
Helian You, she put her face forward for me to slap, do you think I should slap or not?
Sister Wendy, let's wait and see whether Tianxing Entertainment bans me, or I beat Helian You's face into a pig's head!"
Lu Xiaoyou raised her hand and beckoned Hou Muyan.
She still had a movie to shoot, so she took Hou Muyan back to the set.
The two left for quite a while, and Wendy was stunned until the ringing of her phone snapped her out of her shock.
Wendy quickly answered the call; it was a follow-up call from the police.
"Madam, we apologize, we cannot dispatch officers."
