The corners of Feng Qing's mouth curled up as she smiled at the man. The veins on Han Jintian's forehead twitched violently. What was in this woman's head? How could she laugh when she was pushed down?
Han Jintian helped Feng Qing up with both hands. "Are you injured?"
He asked quickly and anxiously, his voice filled with nervousness. When he saw Feng Qing fall off the stage just now, he felt like his heart was about to jump out. This was the first time he had such a feeling for someone.
Actually, he had come long ago. However, he had been hiding in the outermost corner of the crowd. He didn't intend to come out at first, he only wanted to see how Feng Qing would clear his name with a few photos. Feng Qing was really a smart person. She was the final winner in this business. Not only did she earn three hundred and fifty million, but she could also be as awe-inspiring as she was now. No wonder she had never lost money when she was Xie Jiuhan's wife.
