Since she already knew Mr. Chu had misunderstood something, how could Qin Yiren keep going over to Wei Li?
Feeling very apologetic as she looked at the man with a bruised corner of his mouth, she didn't really understand the rules of the entertainment industry, but Wei Li was just a third-tier celebrity, probably someone who'd get crushed by Chu Xinian.
Thinking of this.
A lightbulb went off in Qin Yiren's head, and she prepared to send Wei Li away: "Mr. Wei, I'm fine. You're injured, you should hurry to the hospital, okay?"
Hearing Qin Yiren's concern.
Chu Xinian's pitch-black eyes sank a little, and the fist hanging at his side started to itch.
Wei Li gave a shy smile, the corner of his lifted lips pulling at the blue-and-purple bruise. The pain made him frown, but he declared righteously, "Miss Qin, you don't need to worry about me. Your safety is the most important!"
Saying that.
