He Jiangfeng stood up anxiously and walked over. “Xiangxiang, how do you explain what happened on the internet? Just now, your manager, Zhao Heng, even called you, but you don’t know anything?”
Chen Xiangxiang felt that every minute and every second of being imprisoned was torture.
She couldn’t give a reasonable explanation for the questioning of others. She could only keep crying, and in the end, she even fainted.
Yan Xi looked around. “Aren’t you going to call an ambulance?”
Everyone:”...”
She had already fainted. Why were you still holding on to that ugly helmet? !
“It’s good that you’re not going to call an ambulance. Let’s wait for five minutes.”
In the end, the producer could not stand it anymore. He got up and called Zhao Heng. “Chen Xiangxiang has fainted. Quickly send someone over to follow her.”
