Qiao Yueting's expression grew colder, "Do I look like a lunatic?"
"Not exactly..." Shi Lou's tone took a turn, "You are one."
"Asking for a beating?" Qiao Yueting said, about to swing her fist.
If you can hit someone, there's no need for too much talk.
"Hey, Qiao Yueting, don't hit him!" Han Yingying, who finally snapped back to reality, exclaimed and hurriedly stepped forward to stop her.
"He's a patient right now, and besides, if the paparazzi capture him with a facial injury, there'll be scandalous rumors."
Shi Lou got to where he is now through his talent, not through scandals.
Han Yingying didn't want this kind of negative news to affect Shi Lou's reputation, something all fans didn't want to see.
Her fist stopped just 0.01 meters away from Shi Lou's nose. Qiao Yueting glanced at the anxious Han Yingying, let go, stepped back, folded her arms, and looked down at Shi Lou from above.
"Consider yourself lucky."
