Chapter 891

891 Catching the murderer (2)

Otherwise, they would write as much as they wanted.

“I’m sorry, but it’s not convenient for us to accept private interviews.”

Harren came out as a cover and stood in front of sang Xia to protect her. He then called for the security guards to take the female reporter away.

Sang Xia’s head seemed to be getting dizzier and dizzier, and she could barely stand. Harren held her arm with one hand.

When the female reporter saw Harren and sang Xia ” behaving intimately “, she did not forget to take a few pictures as she was being dragged away. A cold glint flashed in her eyes.

There were a lot of people backstage, including their members and some staff.

Someone saw that sang Xia was not feeling well and came over to show her concern. Sang Xia said weakly, ” Hanhan is fine. She might be a little tired and has low blood sugar. I’ll be fine in the lounge for a while. Rong Zhan will come and pick me up later.

Upon seeing this, a voice beside her took the initiative to volunteer. I’ll send her over.

As soon as the man finished speaking, sang Xia was supported by the man and walked toward the lounge.

At the end of his sentence, he suddenly went to open the locker room of the changing room, trying to take out the things he had hidden.

However, just as he opened the changing room door, he saw something and his body suddenly froze.

Sang Xia, who was sitting on the ground, slowly stood up at this moment. She held a gun in her hand and looked at the man in the hat with disappointment and mixed feelings.

The next second, she spoke, but it was not as weak as before. On the contrary, it was a little indifferent.

“Then I think, if you want to catch me again, you can do it a third time, or a fourth time.”

at this moment, she looked as if nothing had happened to her, and she did not seem to be dizzy or unconscious.

And in the locker room that he had opened, there was the same dark hole facing him.

The man in the hat subconsciously retreated.

A black bag was kicked out of the cabinet, and a slender black figure came out of the dressing room. His delicate and evil face was dark, and there was a turbulent storm between his brows.

With a few bangs, the other wardrobes were kicked open as well. The agents all pointed their guns at him.