"What did you say?!" Tong Ran sat up from the bed, his face instantly turned pale, "Qiang...... Rape?"

Luo Cheng stepped aside and lowered his voice, "Yes, that's what the photos in the media say, some of the photos have been washed out on the spot and made headlines on major websites, and there are also those who say that Mo Nanjue is taking drugs, it seems that he is now in the process of poisoning, and there are too many people blocked in it, and I was squeezed out......"

Poisoned hair.

As soon as she heard these two words, something exploded in her head, Tong Ran only felt trembling, she casually put on a piece of clothing, held her mobile phone and rushed downstairs.

The driver also knew that things were strict, and he drove very fast, running red lights all the way to wipe the car, and when Tong Ran went out, he asked Steward Zhou to inform Chen An and asked him to go to Qianhuan immediately.

When she arrived at the door of Qianhuan, seven black cars were also parked outside, and Tong Ran's heart was relieved, and the emperor's people came.

But the scene was far more chaotic than she imagined, the entire Qianhuan, and even several streets outside were full of cars, which were light in terms of crowds, Tong Ran walked in sideways, and there were reporters around him who were still doing live reports.

Although the emperor's people came, after all, this was a public place, and there were so many media staring at them, so they couldn't come hard, so they had to dredge up line by line.

Tong Ran bypassed the crowd and squeezed in, she was tall and thin, so she squeezed into the door very smoothly, only to find that the inside was even more exaggerated!

With countless lights flashing every second, she now knows why the paparazzi are the best people in the world, because they are simply pervasive!

She squeezed forward two steps with difficulty, saw a photo of someone trampled underneath, bent down to pick it up, the background of the photo was Qian Huan's No. 1 VIP box, and on the couch, Mo Nanjue's long figure pressed against a half-naked woman, although the man turned his head sideways, he could still see his sword eyebrows tightly twisted due to pain.

And the woman was obviously crying, and Tong Ran could see at a glance that she was indeed Pei Ruoshui.

How so......

Tong Ran crumpled the photo tightly in her hand, she frowned, and suddenly reached out and pulled away the crowd, "Get out of the way!"

The group of paparazzi thought she was a peer, so naturally they didn't let it, Tong Ran squeezed forward sideways, and when she encountered death, she raised her leg and kicked hard at the crook of the other party's leg!

"!Who kicked me?!"

"It's not me!"

Soon, there were groups of people arguing together, and Tong Ran flashed in sideways through this gap, and the door of the No. 1 VIP box was wide open, and when he rushed in, Tong Ran saw Mo Nanjue half-leaning on the sofa and Pei Ruoshui who was shrinking over there.

The man's shirt was soaked with sweat, and his left hand clutched his right hand, and the pain on Jun's face was palpable.

And the group of paparazzi around the side were indifferent to this, just patting vigorously and constantly asking all kinds of questions.

A nameless fire rushed up from his heart, Tong Ran stepped forward in three steps and two steps, and pushed away the nearest paparazzi, "Don't shoot anymore!"

She used a lot of force, and the paparazzi was pushed backwards, and the whole camera shattered to the ground.

Bang dang -

The paparazzi glared at her angrily, "You shoot yours, why are you pushing me?!"

Tong Ran turned a deaf ear, she walked up to Mo Nanjue, took off her coat and wrapped it around him, and when she touched him, she found that he was trembling all over, cold as ice.