Yun Ya’s strength was not up to par, and she turned pale after just a few steps. Yan Song grabbed her and in an instant, hoisted her onto his back, "Hold onto my neck tight."
Yun Ya’s chest hurt as she ran, and she subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck, gasping for air in haste.
Yan Song carried her, running effortlessly; his nimble form dashed away like a gust of wind.
Xiao Ying only saw the two disappearing in a blink of an eye and couldn’t help but lean against the wall, panting for breath.
The airport hall was unprecedentedly bustling at this moment, filled with people everywhere, holding banners in their hands and cheering the name of one person.
Mai Zheng, a new generation of ballad prince in the music industry, had become an overnight sensation after the broadcast of "The Most Beautiful Voice." His fans, who had heard the news that he was returning to the Mainland early in the morning to record a show, had come to the airport early to see him off.
Mai Zheng appeared in a low-key yet stylish outfit with sunglasses, but his keen fans quickly spotted him. The screams escalated wave after wave. Mai Zheng hadn’t even had time to react before he was surrounded by enthusiastic fans.
They wanted autographs and photos, the flash of cameras never stopping, among them were media who had come upon hearing the news.
Mai Zheng had just woken up. He was grumpy by nature, and now with a bad temper, and all the noise around him, he was on the verge of losing his temper. However, he was pinched hard by his manager. Clenching his teeth, he forced a smile and tried to fulfill his fans’ requests.
People love to follow the crowd. Seeing a celebrity, whether they recognized him or not, they all gathered around. Hearing that it was Mai Zheng, whether it was him or his father, they were hot topics at the moment. As a result, more and more people gathered, to the point where it could be described as packed like sardines.
Not expecting to run into fans seeing off a celebrity, the group exchanged glances and prepared to leave unobtrusively from the side, escorting the young man.
The three of them each had their own duty. One observed the surroundings, another was responsible for the safety of the person, and another was in charge of vigilance.
The young man was surrounded by the three and wore a pilot uniform, quite conspicuous. But at this moment, everyone’s attention was drawn to Mai Zheng, and no one noticed them at all.
Mai Zheng finally squeezed out of the crowd and looked back at the crowd that was still crazily asking for autographs and photos. He couldn’t help but bitterly smile. He had run away, and they still wanted something.
He patted the clothes wrinkled from the squeezing and his face darkened.
He wasn’t watching where he was going and suddenly bumped into someone, "I’m sorry...."
He had just looked up when he was startled by the other’s cold gaze. He was naturally delicate, and now filled with anger with nowhere to vent, and this person had to bump into him. Mai Zheng pointed at him and cursed, "What are you staring at? Keep staring, and I’ll gouge your eyeballs out."
The other person immediately twisted Mai Zheng’s wrist, causing him to scream, "Ahh... help!
His scream was so shrill that it instantly attracted the group of crazy fans, and in moments they were surrounded.
"Dare to bully our Mai Zheng, you must be tired of living." Seeing their idol being bullied, the fans, without a second thought, threw their bags at the heads of the three, momentarily stunning them. What was this situation?
"Stop it now," the one who had twisted Mai Zheng’s wrist shouted in frustration, but to no avail. The fans, drowned in their anger and abandoning reason, struck with even more fervor.
Mai Zheng crossed his arms, looking at the person with satisfaction. Serves you right for trying to fight me.
It was then that he got a clear view of the person being protected by the three. That person was also affected by the commotion and looked quite embarrassed.
Looking at that young man holding his head, Mai Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly.
Why does he look so familiar?
Mai Zheng had always had an excellent memory since childhood and recognized the young man instantly, exclaiming in shock, "...It’s Ji Yunmiao."
They had appeared together on a show when they were kids. He despised the other for being deaf and dumb and always found ways to bully him. Yet the kid was tough and wouldn’t cry no matter how much he was bullied. But, in the end, he was bitterly taught a lesson by that kid’s fiercely protective sister...
Thinking of this, Mai Zheng felt a chill down his spine. If Ji Yunmiao was here, then where was his sister, Ji Yun Ya?
The man in black was beaten to a sorry state and suddenly bellowed, pulling out a gun and firing a shot into the sky.
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Then the group of fans who had been wildly hitting people went limp, let out a scream, and scattered in all directions.
Yan Song, who had just run into the hall, paused at the sound of the gunshot. Yun Ya’s breath sank, her fingers digging tightly into the muscles on Yan Song’s shoulder.