Qiao Mianmian could tell that the voice belonged to Tu Yilei's manager, Michael.
"Oh my God, Little Tu!"
Hurried footsteps came over, and soon, Huang Yilin screamed too.
Qiao Mianmian was shocked to see what happened.
The thing that should have been on her face was on Tu Yilei.
Tu Yilei's hand was as fair as jade. The back of his hand was red, and a layer of skin had been peeled off. Blood was seeping out of the wound and dripping down the back of his hand.
He looked like he was in pain, but he bit his lip and kept quiet.
Michael looked like he was about to break down.
Tears rolled down his cheeks as he held his injured hand.
He was angry, anxious, and heartbroken. "Little Tu Tu, are you crazy! Have you never thought of the consequences? Have you ever thought of ruining your life like this! Lunatic! Are you trying to anger me to death?
