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Chapter 550 Don't Compete With Dying People

Anle was also a little angry, and her face turned red.

Ruan Qi, who was sitting on the far right of the judges' seat, smiled indifferently and looked at Jian Chao's agent who was about to faint quickly.

Don't be angry.

How could she be so generous to care about a dying person?

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The director team was filled with tears of excitement, and they all watched Jian Chao leave with gratitude and pity.

Ruan Qi, Yan Jiuyuan and others followed Jian Chao. As soon as they returned to the backstage, they saw an anxious agent dragging Jian Chao aside.

The agent whispered a few words, and Jian Chao's face turned pale in an instant.

He didn't even bother to take off his makeup and followed his agent away with staggering steps.

Ruan Qi looked at his back as he left in a hurry with a smile, and gave Shen Wenqian a wink.

A few minutes later, Ruan Qi, Yan Jiuyuan and others quickly walked out of the Qingshi Entertainment Building and happened to run into Jian Chao who was blocked by countless reporters at the gate, as well as An Le, who came out of the side door and other students.

The reporters discovered Anle and immediately rushed up like hungry wolf.

"Anle, someone revealed that Jian Chao's songs over the years were written by you. Is this true?"

"Are you really Jane Chao's cousin? Is it true that his parents abused you and took away your parents' inheritance?"

"Did you take that video online with a pinhole camera? Have you planned to expose Jian Chao's evil deeds long ago?"

Anle was not very adaptable to being surrounded by so many people. He pursed his lips and took two steps back, "Can you, can you be quiet, just a moment? Let me say."

The reporters who were chasing questions suddenly remembered that Anle was a little stuttering, and it was impossible for him to answer so many questions in one breath.

In order to get first-hand news, everyone cooperated to shut up.

My ears finally calmed down and I breathed a sigh of relief without any trace of happiness.

He raised his head and looked at Jian Chao who was blocked not far away by the reporter.

Jian Chao's Danfeng's eyes were flashing with gloomy light, full of warnings and threats.

Anle's face turned a little pale, and he quickly turned his head and saw Ruan Qi on the other side.

The little girl put her hands in her down jacket pocket, wearing a woolen hat, and looked at him with a warm smile.

My peaceful and cold heart suddenly became calm.

He recalled the conversation he had with the little girl in the villa the night before, closed his eyes, and a sense of courage arose in his heart.

"Yes, it's Jane Chao's cousin! It's really abused me and abused me! Songs are me, I wrote them!"

As he said that, before Jian Chao could start scolding, he released another shocking information—

"Wen, Wen Lu's copying, the plagiarism incident is also related to Jian Chao! He forced me to put the hand and manuscript of "Awakening Dream" into Teacher Ruan's music score, sit and confirm that she copied it.

Crime!" New

The reporters were so excited.

I was originally here to dig out Jian Chao Anle gossip, but I didn’t expect that there would be unexpected gains!

Jian Chao and Wen Lu are both involved in blaming Ruan Qi for plagiarism. This is a big deal!

The reporters' eyes burst out with gossip, and the three layers inside and outside were aimed at Anle.

"Shut up!!!" A loud shout suddenly rang out.

Before everyone could react, Jian Chao was crazy and opened the crowded crowd, clenched his fists and smashed him towards Anle with red eyes.

The reporters around Anle were afraid of being affected and quickly scattered.

Anle also wanted to hide, but Jian Chao was too fast and could only watch his fists get closer and closer to his face.

Suddenly, a white and tender hand reached over.

Just a "bang" sound, it was crisp and loud.

Jian Chao's big fist was like a tofu cube, and was slapped away by a small hand.

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