Sheng Tang sat in Gu Jiahui's living room, surrounded by several people.
Her assistant Ai'ai and manager Ke Fei had both gone to the scene today.
Ai'ai was still trembling with fear over what happened at the scene.
Ke Fei also couldn't find the words to speak for a moment.
Sheng Tang's phone kept ringing; it was her parents and brother calling.
They had brought Sheng Tang back home, intending to stay with her and comfort her, when Gu Jiahui returned.
He carefully examined her hands and face, "The acid didn't touch you, did it?"
"There wasn't much, just a little bit." Sheng Tang demonstrated with her fingers, "It was a very small bottle, about the length of a finger joint, couldn't hold much."
That bit of acid mostly spilled on the ground, with a little splashing onto the host's hand.
"It's good that you're okay." Gu Jiahui, whose face was pale, hadn't recovered yet.
After coming back to his senses, he smacked Sheng Tang on the head.
