the crowd outside the door was anxious and angry. these two people would be on camera later. if one of them had injuries on their face and the reporters asked, it would definitely cause another wave.
as long as violence was used, no matter if it was right or wrong, both sides would get into trouble. the coach was anxious and wanted to kick the door open.
" why don't we contact young manager duan? he should have the key. " someone suggested.
fu huan chimed in, " yeah, he definitely has the key, but ... "
"he has reporters around him too."
everyone looked at each other. this rabbit was really black-hearted, adding oil to the fire even when the eyebrows were on fire. she really wasn't afraid that something would happen.
fu huan wasn't in a hurry to leave. her knees hurt a little, so she tiptoed back to the lounge and rubbed her knees. there was no hoodlum there, but there were still bruises.
sure enough, there would always be a few rat sh * ts in every circle.
