At the hospital, outside the ward.
Orlando's beautiful blonde hair had been ruffled until it was messy. His clothes were wrinkled too, and one of his shoes had even gone missing. At this moment, his face was full of panic.
Apart from Orlando, there was also the director, the producer, the scriptwriter, the props master, and Xiao Tao outside the ward...
"Orlando! You'd better give me an explanation! What happened!?" Martin was as irritable as an angered lion at that moment.
"Martin! I don't know! I really don't know... I don't know how it became a real gun!" Orlando looked pained as he buried his head. Until now, his fingers were still trembling.
Martin stared straight at this man before him. From his expression, he did not look like he was pretending...
However, Martin's expression did not soften at all. "You don't know?! That gun has been with you all this while. How could you not know?"
