Chapter 592 Is He Okay?

"Well, go ahead. Call me if you need anything." Fang di smiled at her and showed her her where she was standing for a while.

No one noticed that behind the huge poster at the event, a dark shadow flashed quickly.

The event officially began, and Tong Huaer and all the models appeared on the stage. Brian was standing next to her.

The event was organized by a large group company, and the models were all spokespersons for the company's various products. Naturally, Tong Huaer was one of them.

There were flashes of light under the stage, and after a few questions, the microphone reached Tong Huaer's phone.

"Miss Tong, although I heard that you're always coming back, you haven't had a lot of work lately. Is it because of young master Zong?"

The host asked.

"Ah?" Tong Huaer paused for a few seconds, then returned to his senses and smiled, "No, it's because my own time is not coordinated."

It was not because of Zong Beili, but because she had been having trouble shooting these past few times.

"Is miss tong usually busy accompanying young master zong?" The host asked again.

"No, he's usually very busy at work." Tong Huaer said.

"As far as we can see, young master Zong is a serious person. We don't know what kind of person he is in life."

The host continued to ask.

Tong Huaer frowned slightly. Even though he was slow to react, he now found that all the questions the supporters asked were about Zong Beili.

Indeed, on such occasions, she and the models around her combined, none of Zong Beili was more topic-oriented. Tong Huaer could understand the host's motivation to ask these questions, but she still hated such questions and answers, which made her feel like she was using Zong Beili to hype up.

"Oh, it's just young master Zong. What's the big deal?"

"It's almost someone else's show!"

"If I had known we wouldn't have come, I would have invited her alone."

Voices of dissatisfaction from the models came from around.

Tong Huaer bit his lip, looked up at the reporters and fans below, smiled and said, "He is also very ordinary in life, thank you for your attention, but I still hope to ask more about the company's new products, thank you."

With that said, Tong Huaer slipped the microphone to the person next to him.

Brian looked at the microphone in his hand and tilted his head to give her a warm smile.

Tong Huaer was shocked. She handed the flower boy to Brian just in case the host asked again.

As a handsome newcomer, Brian's audience screamed as soon as he got the microphone, and his supporters naturally seized the opportunity to ask him questions.

Tong Huaer remained smiling and listened quietly. At this moment, she vaguely heard some "Giggle" sounds around her. She subconsciously turned her head to look around and suddenly met Brian's gaze.

Tong Huaer was shocked. She saw a confused look in Brian's eyes. Did he hear that voice?

Brian was still answering the host's question: "When I was abroad, my life was very simple... Be careful!"

Tong Huaer suddenly saw Brian's handsome face looking behind her in horror. Subconsciously, he turned around and saw a bright red poster falling towards her. Before he could react, a strong force suddenly threw her down from behind. The huge inertia made the two of them roll down the stage.

"Bang!"

The steel frame supporting the poster fell on the floor, making a loud noise!

"Ah!"

There were shrieks all around, and the audience and models ran towards the exit in all directions, leaving the scene in a mess.

"Huaer, how are you?"

In a whirl, Brian helped tong Huaer up from the ground.

"No... Nothing..." Tong Huaer shook his head and was shocked to see the blood oozing from Brian's arm, "Brian, you're hurt! Come on, let's go to the hospital!"

"I'm fine. It's just a minor injury." Brian looked down at the wound, not caring about the tunnel.

"How can it be a minor injury if it's bleeding? Let's not talk so much, let's go to the hospital!"

Tong Huaer looked around. There were running people everywhere. Fang Die didn't know where he was. He gritted his teeth and picked Brian up from the ground.

"Miss Tong, please come back to the police station with us. We need to take your statements."

Several police officers rushed over.

Tong Huaer frowned, "But he..."

"Miss Tong can rest assured that we will treat this gentleman." The policeman looked at the injured Brian.

"All right then." Tong Huaer nodded and left with Brian and the police.

On the other side, on the second floor of the chaotic shopping mall, two figures stood in an unnoticeable corner.

"You never said you were going to do this to her! Did you know that you almost killed her just now?" Fang Die looked at the woman in front of him in horror, her legs still shaking.

"That bitch is always so lucky! I can't even kill her like this!"

The woman who spoke was dressed in a black sports suit, with a low baseball bat on her head, sunglasses and a mask covering all her features, and her voice... Was Liu Fei!

Do you know what you're doing?!"

"What am I doing? I don't need you to teach me!" Liu Fei jerked her head up and looked at Fang Die with mocking eyes behind her sunglasses, "But you, if she knew you told me where she was standing, guess what she would do?"

At the police station.

Tong Huaer's hair was disheveled, and after recording, he sat anxiously in the interrogation room. Didn't he know that Brian had bandaged his wound now?

"Hum..."

The phone in his bag suddenly rang. Tong Huaer took it out and looked at the screen. He immediately picked up the phone, "Zong Beili!"

"Are you hurt?!"

Zong Beili's cold voice rang in his ear. He already knew what had happened to her.

"I'm not hurt."

Tong Huaer bit her lip. She was still a little frightened when she remembered the scene of the shelf falling down.

"Don't run around in a while. Let the doctor examine you when you get home. Call me later!"

After Zong Beili finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Tong Huaer stared at his phone in shock. Within seconds, the door of the interrogation room opened and a policeman came in, "Miss Tong, you can go now."

It seemed that Zong Beili had called them. Tong Huaer nodded and stood up with his cell phone and walked out.

"Miss Tong, please take care of young master zong for us."

In addition to the door of the interrogation room, a middle-aged man standing outside said respectfully.

"Yes." Tong Huaer smiled awkwardly, then suddenly thought of something and asked, "By the way, is Brian okay? The one who came with me."

"He..."

"Huaer." Brian's voice suddenly sounded on the other side of the corridor. He walked towards child Huaer, one hand holding the bandaged gauze on the other arm, and his gentle face was a little pale. He smiled at her and said, "I'm fine. Are you okay?"