An Ziqi raised her hand and looked at it. The crowd was too crowded, and she didn't know what she had encountered. On the back of her hand, there was a spot of blood pouring out at the moment.

"Are you okay?" Xia Xing asked concerned.

An Ziqi shook her head, "It's okay, it's probably the jewelry on someone's clothes, but it was accidentally stabbed."

The fingertips wiped the wound where the bleeding bead appeared, revealing a needle-point-sized wound below, and another blood bead quickly appeared again.

An Ziqi just frowned slightly, and then reached out to erase it again, without thinking too much.

Upstairs, in the president's office, Xiao Moli listened to the reports from the managers next to him, but his deep eyes were always looking at the screen in front of him.

The good-looking brows were always twisted tightly, and the manager who was reporting in front was panicked, wondering whether the president was satisfied or dissatisfied.

Xiao Moli unconsciously squeezed a pen in his hand and saw the picture that suddenly appeared on the screen, his face sank instantly, and he stood up with a rush.

"Chief... President, is there any problem?" the manager stammered.

Xiao Moli dropped the pen in his hand, turned and walked outside.

downstairs.

"Miss Ann,"

The media was still around to ask questions, and other artists were also blocked in the middle and couldn't move.

There was an uproar at the door again, and the crowd crowded together were separated strongly and strongly.

When the media saw the incoming person, they immediately took the initiative to give way.

Xiao Moli walked from behind with a black face, walked straight to An Ziqi's side, stretched out and raised An Ziqi's hand and looked down.

The blood bead above has been wiped away in the crowded crowd, the back of the white hand is smeared with blood, and the wound is still leaking blood.

When the surrounding media saw this, they all felt a little stunned.

Who is so short-sighted, interviews are interviewed, how can they hurt An Ziqi?

Shao Li's wife is well-known, and if it is really pursued, the media present may not be able to escape.

The artists around Huanyu are also worried.

An Ziqi glanced at Xiao Moli secretly, and when it was over, annoyed him again, scratching his fingers in his palm to please.

Seeing that there was only a small wound, Xiao Moli's expression finally no longer looked so ugly. He glanced at the media next to him coldly, and took An Ziqi straight to the outside.

Wherever there are people in the media daring to block it, it is the best result for Li Shao not to trouble them.

I can only go to interview other artists instead.

An Ziqi was grabbed and taken away by Xiao Moli, stuck out her tongue, and didn't forget to turn her head and gesture to Xia Xing, asking her to wait for her at the entertainment department.

Xia Xing smiled and nodded to her.

In the elevator, Xiao Moli pressed his thin lips tightly, without saying a word, the elevator door opened.

An Ziqi was pulled directly into the president’s office. Originally, a group of managers were waiting nervously for Xiao Moli to come back and continue reporting. Seeing An Ziqi came back together, a few people immediately turned around and left the office consciously, still not forgetting to be considerate. Close the door for them.

Xiao Moli didn't say a word, pursing his lips to the side and took the medicine kit.

Pulled An Ziqi and sat down on his lap, took a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant water, and carefully disinfected the wound on her hand. The frowning of the eyebrows almost caught the mosquitoes.

An Ziqi smiled and leaned forward and kissed the corner of his lips, "Don't be angry, I just got stabbed accidentally. It's just such a small wound, it's okay."