"Ah! My mask! Give me back my mask!" The girl desperately covered her face and curled up on the ground. She turned her back and refused to let anyone look at her.
However, everyone had already seen what they should have seen.
Their gazes were complicated.
But, Luo Xingguang only sneered.
Song Yaoyao said, "Call someone to drive them home."
Huo Si nodded, turned around, and dialed a number. Soon, a car drove over.
Song Yaoyao told the fans to go home first and to be careful in the dark. The girls were all scared out of their wits. Their small faces were pale; they no longer had the excitement of meeting their idol. They got into the car in a daze and were taken away.
Only the last girl was left on the ground.
The lower half of her face was completely twisted. This was a literal description. Her skin was like tree bark, wrinkled and even more unpleasant than the skin of an old lady.
"Who told you to come?"
