Without even a greeting, he abruptly returned to his room.
Wan Ke frowned, faintly guessing what had happened.
As he entered, he nearly got so scared that his legs went weak.
This was practically the scene of the Second World War!
On the ground, Huang Wenan had already passed out, with a pool of blood beneath his lower body.
It was somewhat too horrific to look at.
"What happened?" Wan Ke's expression was somewhat grave.
He turned to look at Han Luoqi, whose face was swollen as if half the sky was bruised.
The poor actor had almost been beaten to disfigurement.
Han Luoqi's expression was icy, "I'm not very clear about the specifics, you handle things here first, I'm going to see Xia Weibao."
When he turned around, he noticed that a camera had been smashed on the ground.
At that moment, even Han Luoqi, who typically didn't like to meddle in others' affairs, felt a surge of impulse to kill Huang Wenan!
Not only had he assaulted a female artist, but he had also recorded it!
