At the same time, inside the heavily guarded hospital.
Bai Ying boredly pulled open the curtains and saw the support fans stationed outside the hospital building, holding flowers and light signs that read: "Go, Brother!"
"Idiots!" She parted her scarlet lips, a slightly cold and contemptuous smile curling at the corners.
Supporting activities are understandable normally, but cheering for a hospital stay, what's the point?
"Go, Brother" – does it mean encouraging him to stay in the hospital longer?!
The ones organizing the support are useless, the manager is useless too.
Bai Ying put her hands in her pockets, her face full of displeasure.
Behind her appeared a man in his fifties, with a solid build and sharp, bright eyes.
Though not very tall, he exuded the aura of a trained fighter.
"Young Master, please allow this servant to advise you once more, leave the entertainment industry, it's not the place for you!"
