Big brother, grandpa, my ancestors.
Can’t you discuss things with me before you do them?
Wan Ke is a director after all, and moreover the best among the younger generation.
By openly slapping his face like that, what other directors would dare to work with you in the future?
The cellphone had been blowing up with calls from the company, and Xiao Zhou felt like dying.
The ancestors do something rash for a moment of thrill, and now his little underling has to clean up the mess.
Han Luoqi is Empire Entertainment’s top guy with a consistently positive image.
With such a big incident, the whole public relations department must have been mobilized.
After Han Luoqi stirred up the entertainment circle shitpot with a stick, he just walked away without looking back.
He had to find a way to save Xia Weibao.
He was about to visit the police station when he received a call from Zhuang Xuejun.
Xiao Zhou was surely busy with PR, and Zhuang Xuejun was probably scared being alone.
Thinking of this, Han Luoqi turned around and decided to head back to the villa to check on things first.
Inside the detention center, Her Majesty the Empress was squatting in a corner, looking utterly dejected.
Her body was limply leaning against the wall.
With her head slightly tilted back and her mouth ajar, her slender, green-onion-like index finger kept picking at the wall.
"I’m so hungry, when is mealtime..."
If she had known there was no food in prison, she would have eaten the breakfast Han Luoqi had bought her that morning.
She hadn’t eaten breakfast, and now it was dinner time; she had gone all day without food.
For a foodie, this was nothing short of torture!
The Empress was so hungry she wanted to chew on the walls!
"I’m so hungry, why don’t they provide meals in jail..."
She remembered that the Imperial Prison used to include meals.
How stingy are modern people!
Xu Jiayang is stingy, Leng Yan is stingy, even the police are stingy!
Footsteps came from outside, and Xia Weibao, thinking it was mealtime, lifted her head with excitement.
Instead, the police brought in a few more people and then locked the door.
She deflated like a punctured ball, slumping back against the wall.
She smacked her lips a couple of times, swallowed her saliva, and continued to gaze at the ceiling, hoping the spider above would roast itself and fall into her mouth.
"Yo, little sister, are you hungry? Big brother has something tasty, want a taste?"
The ruffian-like voice was also somewhat lewd.
Xia Weibao felt very uncomfortable hearing it.
She turned her head and sized up the new inmates, who had the look of hooligans.
Seeing that they didn’t seem to have any place to hide food on them, her expression grew cold.
She continued to lean on the wall and watch the ceiling spider.
That one glance had turned the small hooligans’ eyes green with envy.
No wonder she’s a star, that face is really pretty!
Such tender skin, look at that body, tsk tsk, must be a real joy!
The few of them all began laughing lecherously and sordidly.
Then they started to crowd around Xia Weibao.
"Little sister, big brother has some sausage and milk, do you want some?"
Xia Weibao glanced sideways, didn’t see any sausage or milk in their hands, and then turned her gaze away.
"Yo, she’s got quite an attitude."
"Big bro, stop wasting time talking to her, let’s get on with it, I can hardly wait."
"Yeah, yeah, I can’t take it anymore..."
The one called big brother glared at them, "What’s the rush! I’ll go first!"
"Yes, yes, of course the big brother goes first, we’ll line up, heh heh, line up."
Such talk and expressions made Xia Weibao very uncomfortable.
"What do you want to do?"
I’m not in a good mood right now, don’t mess with me!
"Heh heh, what else would we do, of course, we’re gonna do you!"
As the man spoke, he reached out a slimy paw towards Xia Weibao...