Yangyang still needs to discuss the current situation with Sister Ting, and Xu Lai's heart inexplicably lifted.
Tomorrow morning, who knows how many paparazzi will squat here.
Perhaps even tonight there will be some.
Leaving later will be a headache.
This issue will need to be discussed with Director Ming to see if the crew has a back door or a safe passage.
*
In the room
Fu Sichen was applying medicine to Jiang Mian's hand with lowered eyes.
"Hiss—"
"It hurts!!"
Fu Sichen blew gently, "This will make it better. Next time your gun-handling technique improves, it should hurt less. I've prepared some patches for you to stick on the palm of your hand; they won't be noticeable and will prevent further abrasion."
Jiang Mian's skin was delicate, and the sight of her abrasions, red and swollen, was particularly heart-wrenching.
