Wen Mian struggled with all her might, but in the end, she was no match for the man's strength.
He pressed down on Wen Mian, as if he was going to devour her the next second.
——
"Should we go up and give her a hand?"
At that moment, the musicians downstairs suddenly looked at each other.
Someone paused, and their voice carried through.
The people present abruptly fell silent.
"Maybe let's not do that."
One of the staff members spoke up.
His hesitation was plain to see—he clearly did not want to get involved.
If people found out he chose to help, life would be difficult for him both domestically and abroad.
But someone couldn't stand by and watch.
The one who stood up was a young foreign performer.
Not even his agent or assistant could stop him.
"Why shouldn't we help?"
He appeared very righteous.
While everyone else didn't want to meddle in others' affairs, only he was concerned for Wen Mian's safety.
