He tried hard to shake off the man’s hand, screaming shrilly, "You’ve got the wrong person, I don’t know you, let go!"
"Ha, don’t know me?" The man’s face twisted malevolently as he grabbed a fistful of Tang Gu’s hair and slapped her across the face. "When I was supporting you, you didn’t even look ," he continued, leaning in to examine Tang Gu’s contorted face, a satisfied smirk appearing, "But I’ll be damned, this face is quite nice, just like that dead celebrity. Little Tang Wu, right? Thicker-skinned than me, so you’re Little Tang Wu, you little slut?"
Tang Gu screamed, "Don’t go too far, let go, or I’ll call the police!"
"You call the police, huh? I still have the transfer records from back then. You swindled me out of nearly 500,000, all my savings from over a decade, gone because of you. Now that you’re successful you want to ditch me?"
Reporters rushed to the scene, only to be shocked at the sight of Tang Gu being assaulted by her hair being pulled.
But in an instant, those quick to react immediately picked up their cameras and frantically snapped away at the chaos before them.
Zhang Lefeng hadn’t expected reporters to be there. Startled, he yelled, "Stop filming, no filming allowed!"
Tang Gu cried out miserably, shouting, "Let go, just let go of me, I don’t know you at all, where’s Senior Sister, she told me to come here..."
"Don’t know me?" Zhang Lefeng was furiously pulling Tang Gu’s hair left and right. "I supported you when you were in university, during your junior year you even had an abortion for me. Stop pretending, and Senior Sister, your master won’t help you now!"
Some reporters stepped in to intervene, while others, with their blood boiling, recorded the shocking scene and sent the video back to their headquarters.
For paparazzi, it was not difficult to make money. Such information was sent to the headquarters, who would then deliver the scandal to the artist’s agency.
If the agency was willing to protect their artist, they would pay a large sum to buy the silence. If the agency was unwilling...
Then the artist was left to fend for themselves.
Tang Gu screamed, "Stop filming, no more filming, I truly don’t know this person, help, somebody help me!"
"Still pretending," sneered Zhang Lefeng as he pulled out a stack of photos from his pocket and flung them at Tang Gu’s face. "Take a good look, Guo Feifei, cheap whore, fake!"
Tang Gu’s face was smacked red and began to swell immediately.
The photos scattered on the ground were quickly snatched up by the reporters... they were, unbelievably, Guo Feifei’s plastic surgery records!
If such information were released, it would be like a bombshell!
Tang Gu was horrified, crying out, "Impossible, this isn’t me, not me!"
"Save those ghost stories for ghosts!" Zhang Lefeng threw Tang Gu to the ground and then snatched her purse.
Tang Gu scrambled in terror, screaming shrilly, "What are you doing, Zhang Lefeng, stop it! Don’t touch my things!"
Zhang Lefeng kicked her away contemptuously, pulled out her wallet, and took out her ID card. Seeing the name on it, he smirked coldly and smashed the ID to the ground, "You said you didn’t know me, right, bitch? Let’s see how you deny it now!"
"Ah!" Tang Gu broke down as she picked up her ID, desperately trying to gather the scattered documents, screaming, "Don’t film anymore, no more filming! I really don’t know him, don’t know him!"