Ten diligent days: the fields are still

Jiang Yan was slightly taken aback, then smiled and explained, "Jiang Qingtian, Qing means relaxed, and Tian means tranquil. This name implies that I hope she can live a relaxed and peaceful life in the future. Any questions?"

Dun Dun shook his head and quickly replied, "No, no, I just think the name is nice. Director Jiang, take care." After that, he stepped back a few steps to make way for the car.

Jiang Yan nodded, rolled up the window, and had the driver steer the car slowly into the moonlit night ahead. The taillights flickered faintly as it gradually disappeared at the end of the road.

At this time, the other brothers also followed. The second brother walked up to Dun Dun with a worried look on his face, patted his shoulder, and asked softly: "Brother, why did you run out like this so suddenly? You scared us all."

Dun Dun continued to look in the direction the car left, a thoughtful look in his eyes, and muttered to himself, "Maybe... I'm thinking too much."

"Let's go, otherwise we will miss the plane." Gengyun and Shaoxi walked forward with two big bags and got into a taxi.

Xiao He and Yi Bo walked at the end, waiting for Dun Dun. "Brother, let's go."

Only after the taxi disappeared at the intersection did Yuan Lai walk out from the crowd of fans.

How could things happen by such a coincidence?

It just so happened that Jiang Yan appeared at the music festival with her baby, and they just happened to meet each other.

She stood by the wall, praying silently, if the past was gone with the wind, then they would never meet again.

At this time, the crowd who were originally preparing to leave gathered at the gate and poked their heads to look inside.

Lin Tingting used all her strength to hold Mo Jingxin tightly, and the two of them finally managed to get out after a lot of effort.

"Why did you pull me out? They dare to be so arrogant. I must expose this matter!" Mo Jing said angrily, while shaking off Lin Tingting's hand forcefully, and then like a gust of wind, he rushed back into the chaotic place.

"This kid... is so impulsive!" Lin Tingting shook his head helplessly and turned around, blocking Yuan Lai's curious and probing gaze. He said decisively, "Since she doesn't want to leave, let's go."

However, Yuan Lai was still thinking about his brother Yuan Sheng's previous advice to him, so he couldn't help but ask, "What happened in there?"

Lin Tingting took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and replied, "Alas, Wen Zhifan and Ruan Wenduo had a fight backstage for some unknown reason. I heard they were accusing each other of singing a terrible song."

Hearing this, Yuan Lai couldn't help but start to worry about Mo Jingxin, secretly wondering: Could this Mo Jingxin do something irrational in the heat of the moment? Thinking of this, she slowly inched closer to the door, wanting to find out what was going on. But the scene before her disappointed her. The doorway was already surrounded by a crowd of people, three layers deep inside and three layers deep outside. Her view was completely blocked by this dense wall of people.

At that moment, the security guards responsible for maintaining order joined hands and formed a solid defensive line, trying to prevent the crowd from continuing to surge forward. Yuan Lai, intently staring backstage, suddenly caught sight of a bright red figure, as nimble as a rabbit, slipping into the backstage area. Not long after, the red figure reappeared, already grasping Wen Zhifan by the collar and effortlessly pulling him out.

It was not until this moment that everyone was surprised to find that this seemingly weak and petite Mo Jingxin was actually a hidden martial artist!

Wen Zhifan obviously didn't have as much strength as Mo Jingxin. At this moment, she was firmly holding his collar and couldn't break free at all. He could only beg desperately, "Let me go!"

Ruan Wenduo chased him out, grabbed Wen Zhifan's wig and pulled it hard, revealing a round bald head.

Wen Zhifan was completely furious and waved his hands to grab Ruan Wenduo's face.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, this farce seems to be becoming increasingly difficult to end...

Wen Zhifan's assistant followed Mo Jingxin closely. She looked panicked, holding the phone tightly in her hand, her mouth opening and closing constantly, eagerly describing the chaotic scene in front of her to the person on the other end of the phone.

The director was extremely anxious, fearing that the situation would escalate and become difficult to handle. He ran to one side to persuade them, then to the other, trying to appease them, but no matter how hard he tried, no one on either side paid any attention to his advice.

The director shook his head helplessly, secretly complaining that he was truly unlucky. Finally, he sighed deeply, wiped away his bitter tears, and sat down on the steps nearby. He said in despair, "Go ahead, fight me. I'm quitting tomorrow anyway, so you can do whatever you want!"

At that moment, someone in the crowd suddenly pushed Mo Jingxin. Unprepared, she lost her balance and slammed her knee hard onto the hard steps. Instantly, blood gushed out from the wound like a flood, staining the ground beneath her red.

Meanwhile, most of the audience had already been forcibly driven away by the security guards. Yuan Lai, however, lay beside the closed door, anxiously calling out to Mo Jingxin, "Mo Jingxin!"

On the other side, Wen Zhifan struggled to get up from the ground, picked up the wig that had fallen to the side, and carefully put it back on his head. After tidying it up, he quickly walked to Mo Jingxin, bent down, and gently helped the injured woman up.

"Go to the hospital!"

The director looked helpless as he carefully escorted the masters one by one to the car. Their heavy steps seemed to be carrying a heavy burden, and each step seemed so difficult.

After finally completing the task, the director collapsed in the security booth as if relieved, gasping for breath.

"Oh..." The director sighed deeply, his tone full of memories. "Although those ten people are usually very noisy, they are not so difficult to deal with!" As he said that, the director rubbed his temples with his hands, trying to ease the headache that was about to explode.

Master Ke drove over in an excavator and jumped out. "Director, why are you starting work so late?"

"Yes, the company asked for it. Thank you for working overtime tonight."

"That's a small matter. It's just that the visibility is poor during construction at night. The most we can do is do some simple work around it. The rest will have to wait until tomorrow." Master Ke got back into the car and drove the excavator to raze the platform to the ground.