For artists, what they are afraid of is this kind of thing, not to mention the impact on the star journey, it is also extremely difficult.

However, Mu Weiwei shook his head, "I don't think it's that simple, including the little girl who asked for an autograph, it must not be simple." ”

"Xiao Zhengtai, you send me the surveillance at the airport."

At this moment, Mu Weiwei wanted to thoroughly find out the beginning and end of this matter.

Sitting in the car door, he watched the video of the accident dozens of times, and Mu frowned slightly.

"Xiao Zhengtai, this matter is really strange. I think this is a large-scale porcelain incident. ”

"......" Zheng Tai was helpless for a moment.

If this is a premeditated porcelain incident, and it has attracted widespread social attention, I am afraid that my own artists may be cool this time.

Public opinion is the most terrible invisible knife, and with the nonsense of the families of injured fans, it is really more difficult for them to clarify than mountaineering.

Glancing at the video screen, the little girl holding the autograph book and pen had a simple face, and was naturally led into the ranks of the weak and protected.

And the appearance of his little ancestor dragging, who wants to say that he is innocent, who believes it?

And in the picture, after Jiang Ran held her wrist, she suddenly fell down the stairs.

The moment she fell, she seemed to be desperately trying to catch her, but her little ancestor looked indifferent, like a vicious star who stretched out his hand and pushed his fans.

"Little Ancestor, this time it's not hacked, I'm afraid it's going to be really hacked."

Looking at the sky helplessly, Zheng Tai was angry and helpless.

However, Mu Weiwei, who closed the tablet, shook his head slightly, "After debuting for so long, is there still less of my aunt and grandmother being hacked?" ”

"Whether it's a real porcelain touch or a real trap, I'm done with this game!"

Squinting his phoenix eyes, Mu Weiwei was looking forward to solving this mystery.

Others blacked her White Lotus, blacked her hype dogs, she recognized them, but she pulled fans down the ladder to black, is it okay?

Fengcheng at this time.

Ah Qiong hung up the phone and said to Fu Chengyu with a solemn face, "Master Fu, there is an accident in the mine over there in Lingcheng, I want you to go over." ”

"Mausoleum?" Fu Chengyu, who was processing the documents, tightened his dark eyes, "Book a ticket now!" ”

The mine in Lingcheng has just been opened in the past year, and Fu Chengyu has put a lot of effort into it.

So at this moment, when I heard that something was wrong, I quickly flew over to deal with it.

When I was about to get on the plane, I held the hand of the mobile phone for a moment, and my eyes fell on the hammer avatar.

After thinking about it, he closed with a solemn face.

High in the night, the flight to Lingcheng landed slowly.

Inside Lingcheng Hospital.

"Little Ancestor, are you sure you want to go in like this?" In the nanny's car, Zheng Tai looked at Mu Weiwei, who was dressed as a nurse, and was still a little uneasy.

There are so many reporters squatting in the hospital, all of whom are so-called righteous people who want to denounce the victims.

There are even people who are excited, holding egg baskets, vowing to smash this white lotus to death.

Mu Weiwei put on the mask, and her phoenix eyes were full of coldness, "If I don't go in person, I'm afraid I won't be able to solve this mystery." ”

With a smile, Mu pulled the car door slightly and walked straight into the hospital.

In the middle of the night, those reporters who squatted on guard had no results for a day, and they were sleepy and yawning one by one.

So no one noticed that a beautiful nurse walked over with her head down.

But suddenly there was a noise outside, "Quick! Hurry up and send it to the VIP ward! ”

As a group of people lifted the people inside a luxury business vehicle down, they were quickly taken to the VIP ward.

Just when Mu Weiwei walked to the door of Jiang Ran's ward, his wrist suddenly tightened, "What are you still doing in a daze?" Go to the VIP ward to take care of the VIPs! ”

"I'm ......" Mu raised his finger slightly and pointed at Jiang Ran, who lived in 1801, but before he could say clearly, he was directly dragged away.