Gu Xingze staggered for a few steps. Alas, before he could do anything, a tall figure emanating hostility swiftly walked past him to reach Yun Shishi's side first.
"Mu Yazhe—"
Why was he here?
In that very moment, everyone at the venue was shell-shocked.
Even Yan Bingqing's face turned ghastly pale as she stood rooted to the spot. She did not expect Yun Shishi to be so frail, fainting from just a few slaps!
What she had failed to consider, though, was how heavy-handed she had been.
Would any normal person be able to take it?
The members of the production team surrounded the unconscious artiste. Her assistant, who now knelt helplessly beside her, broke into tears as she regarded her inflamed and swollen cheek. Shakily, she fished out her phone and called for an ambulance.
Mu Yazhe was enraged. Viciously pushing the crowd to the side, he crouched slightly to embrace his woman.
