In the darkness, a high heel flew through the air and struck the young man right on the forehead.
The air was tinged with a faint scent of blood.
Pain pierced through him, and Ji Ze touched his brow, his whole hand coming away coated in thick liquid.
Around him, the flashlights kept blinking incessantly.
He hurriedly covered his face, not wanting his disheveled appearance to be captured: "No, it wasn't supposed to be like this."
The buzzing in his ears continued, with occasional bursts of insults.
"Those shouting, they used to be your fans, right? Do you have anything to say to them?"
"Do you have any regrets since the scandal broke?"
"I heard that Nap Media's former ace agent is your uncle, is this true?"
"What do you want to say to Zhao Qi and Teacher Gu now?"
Zhao Qi, Teacher Gu....
After deflecting the conversation, Ji Ze finally remembered the purpose of his visit.
Somehow summoning strength from nowhere, he pushed through the crowd and ran into the shooting area.
