Jiang Yanshen was stunned, and his eyes darkened. "Who?"
Under his sinister gaze, Tang Tiantian licked her lips and squeezed out a sentence. "Lin Qingqian from Shi Guang Studio."
—Bang!
The cup in his hand was instantly crushed, and the fragments pierced into his palm. Blood dripped onto the ground.
"Director Jiang!" Lu Yuan called out worriedly. "I'll go get the medicine box."
Tang Tiantian was so frightened that she slid off the sofa and sat on the ground, trembling. "It's not my fault. Director Jiang, it is really not my fault."
Jiang Yanshen's thin lips were tightly pursed into a straight line. His pitch-black eyes were like an abyss that couldn't be seen, and his emotions were difficult to fathom.
Lu Yuan moved quickly. He came back with the medicine box and squatted in front of him to treat his wound.