"I don't even know what to say now. You, as an actor, don't you know how important your face is? How did it end up like this?" Yorickson stood by the hospital bed, looking at Chu Jiahang's bruised face, his expression full of helplessness.
"But in that situation, who has the time to care about that?"
"Yeah! Don't blame him; it's not even his fault." Jian Dan chimed in from the side.
"I haven't talked about you yet, have I? Look at your foot, it's hardly a foot anymore, more like a plump pig's trotter! And it's even the color of braised pork."
"Heh heh, there's nothing I can do about it!"
"Right, right, you all have no way but I have a way." Yorickson said angrily.
Many people feel embarrassed to show their concern, so they use anger as a cover.
"We both got hurt, and back at the production team..."
"Still talking? It's a complete mess now!"
"Sorry! We..." Jian Dan and Chu Jiahang apologized in unison.
