On the set.
The two fighting men had already been forcefully separated.
"Brother Yu, calm down, the journalists have arrived." Huzi was holding onto the fuming young man beside him, pulling him back into the makeup room.
"Brother Yu, you were too impulsive."
Who knows what those media people will write after this mess?
Yan Yu clenched his fists at his sides and spat coldly, "I should have smashed another punch into his face."
Huzi: "...."
"Alright, we're good, Your Highness, Mianyan is fine."
Gu Danyu walked in to see just this scene.
The young man had a bruise at the corner of his lips, his eyes tinged with redness, fists clenched, like a little lion in a fury.
"Pfft, could she be fine if Ding Yifan were still able to stand?"
Lu Yanyu's expression was icy, his voice tinged with ferocity.
Suddenly, catching sight of a familiar figure at the door out of the corner of his eye, his expression stiffened, and he stood up abruptly, "Sister-in-law, why are you..." here?
