The two of them are worthy of being mother and son. The look of expectation in the same style made Qiao Zhinan unable to refuse and added friends to each other.

After formally saying goodbye, Huo Xiuran hugged his son from his wife's arms, held him with one hand, and walked out naturally with his other hand.

Qiao Zhinan withdrew his gaze and looked at his book being trampled under his feet, with a hint of cruelty in his eyes.

Qiao Zhinan pushed the suitcase and walked over with a calm face. As soon as he was about to lean over and stretch out his hand, he was stopped and shouted sternly: "What are you doing? Come over and think about doing?"

It was the assistant of the popular young actor who looked like a child protecting himself, blocking Qiao Zhinan and accusing Qiao Zhinan angrily, as if she had done something too much.

The popular young actor looked at Qiao Zhinan and frowned, as if he was unhappy with her behavior.

"Who is this person? What do we want to do when we get close to our brother?"

"It's not a fan of an illegitimate child, it's so disgusting to want to get close to my brother!"

"Get out, get out quickly."

Because the artist showed unhappiness, the group of fans seemed to have determined what Qiao Zhinan did to their idols, and they were shouting and very excited, as if their idols had been harmed.

He didn't even give Qiao Zhinan the opportunity to speak, but he was frantically attacking him.

"Bang."

With the sound of hard objects hitting, Qiao Zhinan had an additional power bank under her feet, and blood was seeping on her forehead.

The extreme fans in the fan group angrily smashed the power bank in their hands towards Qiao Zhinan, hitting Qiao Zhinan's forehead, and suddenly bursting and bleeding.

The noisy sound suddenly became quiet and he looked at Qiao Zhinan in a daze.

You can imagine how painful it will be if you hear the sound.

Qiao Zhinan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to lock the girl who had just smashed her with the power bank. His eyes were sharp and cold, as if the snowstorm in winter could make people freeze their whole body in just one glance.

Especially the blood that slipped from the forehead was bright red and eye-catching.

"Is it okay!" The passerby took out a tissue from his bag and handed it to Qiao Zhinan. Many passers-by surrounded him and asked about Qiao Zhinan's situation, but there was no staff around the artist and his fans.

"We'll send you to bandage!"

"Thank you." After taking the tissue from the passerby's sister, Qiao Zhinan shook his head gently and rejected their kindness.

Qiao Zhinan took out his cell phone and called out, his eyes locked on the girl who hurt her: "Hello."

"I was at the exit of T3 of Capital Airport. Someone deliberately used a power bank to hit my head. I was injured. Can I come and deal with it?"

"Thanks."

Qiao Zhinan's voice was neither cold nor indifferent, and his emotions were not even at all fluctuating. He was calmly stating this matter, as if he was informing someone to deal with this matter, and it seemed that he was not easy to mess with.

The group of fans who were clamoring just now had already been timid, and the girl who was attacking her face was a little pale.

Qiao Zhinan looked at the artist who was still surrounded by the security guards at the airport, and sneered coldly: "Sorry, you are not so popular that the whole universe knows you."

"Who are you?"

The artist's face froze. Unexpectedly, the other party said bluntly that he didn't know him, and it seemed like he was self-indulgent.

"Well, I don't know who he is." A passerby next to him shook his head and muttered, expressing his agreement.

“Ha~”
Chapter completed!