The entrance was blocked by fans everywhere, making it too difficult to leave, so the assistant simply called for an ambulance, which would at least avoid delays on the road.
In the dressing room, Wen Rang pressed cotton wool temporarily against the broken skin at Yisheng's temple, "Hang in there a little longer, Yisheng, the ambulance will be here very soon."
Jiang Yisheng's eyes were half-closed, and his consciousness was gradually becoming blurry.
Before slipping into unconsciousness, he couldn't help but recall the scene of being chased with him.
That person's deep voice was still faintly ringing in his ears, "No matter what happens later, remember to hold on to me tight."
A faint smile curled the corners of Jiang Yisheng's lips.
He wanted a tanghulu.
He really wanted...
Thud, the door to the dressing room was pushed open.
The staff members saw who entered and no one dared to step forward to stop them.
