Jiang se had already left in her car. Feng Nan returned to the VIP waiting room of the cinema in a daze. He did not even know how he had gotten up.
She also thought of that pair of eyes under the night sky that made people feel cold for no reason. They were calm, but they made her arms have goosebumps.
Until a shadow came over her head, she gasped for breath and reached out her hand.
Her arm was blocked by something, and her nails seemed to have scratched someone.
The assistant's familiar, suppressed cry of pain woke Feng Nan up. When she came back to her senses, she realized that the assistant was holding a towel and covering her face. There were already a few bloody marks on her face.
"What are you doing?"
Feng Nan glared at her fiercely. The assistant endured the pain and reached out to touch her face. When she found the blood on her fingertips, she was a little anxious.
"I just wanted to help you dry your hair!"
