Seeing Bi Xia’s actions, Chu Kuang snorted and laughed, saying to Meng Chi, "Serves you right!"
Meng Chi: ??? What did I do!
Looking at Meng Chi’s limping leg, Bi Xia’s face darkened slightly and he turned to Chu Kuang, "Didn’t I tell you to take him to the hospital?"
Chu Kuang quickly said, "Hey, hey, hey, boss, don’t blame me!"
Saying this, Chu Kuang pointed at Meng Chi, "I almost got into a fight with him in the lobby, trying to convince him to go to the hospital. But this guy refused to go, kept thinking he was useless, and kept wallowing in self-pity, and..."
"Chu Kuang!" Meng Chi shouted, somewhat embarrassed and angry.
Chu Kuang widened his eyes, "What! I’m just stating the facts!"
Just as Meng Chi was about to retort, Chu Kuang suddenly shouted again. He took off his earpiece and cursed under his breath.
"What’s wrong?" Meng Chi asked.
[Your Majesty, the back door has been surrounded by journalists; we can’t go that way. It feels like they have bad intentions.]
’What do you mean?’ Bi Xia frowned.
[I just looked into one of the journalists’ companies and found that they have a good relationship with An Yi’s manager.] 007 stopped there; no need to explain further, Bi Xia understood what he meant.
"Security just told me that a bunch of journalists are surrounding the back door. They’re all saying someone accused the boss of bullying An Yi on the show..." Chu Kuang was cut off by Bi Xia.
Bi Xia thought for a moment, then turned to Chu Kuang, "How many cars?"
"Huh? Mine?" Chu Kuang pointed to himself, "Two cars, one is that blue Lambo..."
"Alright," Bi Xia turned to look at the two of them, "Here’s the plan..."
As the journalists were waiting desperately for Bi Xia to show up, suddenly someone shouted ’Bi Xia’, and the journalists looked over to see a young man wearing a black baseball cap and a red ’Weekend’ team jacket, guarded by the hotel’s security, walking out from another emergency exit.
"Bi Xia!"
A journalist shouted, the young man paused, then started running, prompting the journalists to chase after him immediately.
At that moment, a black sedan sped up to the young man, who opened the door and got in. The car then turned and sped out of the parking lot.
The journalists quickly jumped into their cars, instructing their drivers to give chase.
After the journalists had almost all gone, a blue sports car drove up to the back door. Two young men casually walked out, one wearing a mask and a baseball cap backward, the other in a white T-shirt and large black sunglasses.
The car door opened, and the masked young man nodded to the driver, threw his backpack onto the back seat, bent over and sat in the driver’s seat. After making sure his partner was buckled up, he floored the gas, and the sports car sped out of the parking lot without slowing down.
The journalists tailing the black sedan yelled for their drivers to speed up when suddenly a blue sports car zoomed past, leaving just a blue blur. As it passed the black sedan, it honked, then sped away without stopping.
Sitting in the sedan, Chu Kuang looked at the disappearing sports car with frustration and sighed heavily. He was pretending to be ’Bi Xia’ to buy time for the real Bi Xia to escape, while the real Bi Xia was off having fun with his buddies...
Sigh, why is it that sidekicks can be so different?
Meng Chi, Meng Chi, I’ll let this go because you’re hurt this time, but next time, hmph!!!