"Xiaodong!" Yingying was startled and hurriedly rushed up to hold Song Xiaodong.
"It's okay, I won't beat him to death! Even if I beat him to death, I can still save him!"
"What are you all looking at, beat him up!" The Great Director held his crotch and sat up, pointing to his crew members.
"Beat him up!"
The laborers, camera carriers, and followers in the crew all gathered around, more than ten people.
Song Xiaodong sneered coldly, holding Xiao Yingying's hand, showing no fear.
More than ten people surrounded them, ready to act fiercely, but suddenly their expressions changed, unable to resist stepping back.
More people came behind Song Xiaodong.
"Causing trouble in my territory, huh?" Song Xiaodong tilted his head and looked at these people.
"Want to make a move, huh?" Song Xiaodong pointed at the group opposite.
"Hit me here." Song Xiaodong stretched out his head for them to hit.
The people on Song Xiaodong's side saw his actions and followed closely.
