"You..."
Diao Hongmei's face changed as she saw Ye Xiaofei push his advantage; she snorted lightly but didn't know what to retort. Struggling to muster a smile, she said, "May I ask when she will be cured?"
"How would I know? I already said, it wasn't me who treated the illness," Ye Xiaofei replied with an amused smile, clearly not taking the matter seriously.
Sensing something amiss, Diao Hongmei hurriedly walked towards the backstage, genuinely afraid for Ouyang Meili's life.
Reaching the backstage, she saw a small door bolted shut, her forehead now covered with beads of sweat. She knocked, but no one responded, and she grew even more panicked.
"This is bad."
Diao Hongmei took a sharp breath and exclaimed, "Ouyang Meili has been harmed! Security, catch that kid."
Three security guards quickly approached Ye Xiaofei, ready to apprehend him.
"Stay away from me. I'm not in the mood to tussle with you guys," Ye Xiaofei said indifferently, his face full of arrogance.
