Yan Zhi raised her head, surprised to look at Lu Xiaoyou. It was she who had rushed to save Lu Xiaoyou, so how did it become Lu Xiaoyou protecting her?
"Don't care for your life?" Lu Xiaoyou touched Yan Zhi's head.
Her beautiful eyes were cold just a moment ago, but now as she spoke to Yan Zhi, they were like the morning sun thawing ice, showing Yan Zhi a pool of spring water.
Yan Zhi's heart pounded, and her face flushed.
At this time, the audience seats finally erupted with screams, and the staff ran onto the stage to inquire if Lu Xiaoyou was injured.
Lu Xiaoyou shook her head, indicating she was fine. She glanced at the spot where the stage light had fallen and then turned her gaze to the audience.
Some people in the audience seats were frightened, clutching their chests in shock, while others were cursing how such a stage light could fall just like that.
