She doesn't like you.
Lu Chunhe had just closed a deal when she turned around and couldn't find Song Guanyu. She asked Zhuang Chenrui and learned that Song Guanyu had gone to the restroom. She was uneasy about leaving Song Guanyu alone, even though the venue was secure—there was always the off chance that someone might sneak in to harass the artist.
As she stepped out, she ran straight into Liang Jiasong. His face was anxious, and in his arms he was carrying Song Guanyu. Song Guanyu's face was pale. Lu Chunhe's heart raced as she hurried over. "What happened to her?!"
Liang Jiasong ignored her, his brow tightly furrowed. He, too, was frightened by Song Guanyu's condition. He pursed his lips, expression urgent as he cradled the suddenly unconscious Song Guanyu and strode quickly toward the exit. His car was parked at the entrance.
Lu Chunhe couldn't let him carry Song Guanyu out like that. She led Liang Jiasong through another route—shorter and less likely to be photographed by the media. Liang Jiasong nodded and followed closely behind Lu Chunhe.
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