Chapter 106: The White Deer Has Gone Mad and Is Attacking People!!!

Quietly closing the door behind him, Director Ye spoke with heartfelt earnestness, “I don’t know how many times I’ve told President Huo this, but Master Yin’s physical injuries were healed a long time ago. His ailment is of the heart.”

And ailments of the heart are the hardest to cure.

One might even say they are incurable.

Just now, the moment Master Yin’s emotions relaxed, he fell asleep naturally, without any external aid or medication.

But therein lay the problem—Master Yin simply could not relax.

His nerves were perpetually on edge.

It was as if, all these years, not a single second had passed since that tragic incident.

He still lived trapped within the massacre of six years ago.

Tang Xing could hardly be unaware of this; he understood it all too well.

Master Yin’s insomnia and emotional breakdowns were all caused by this heartache.

Not to mention someone like Master Yin, who had barely escaped death’s door—any healthy person would surely collapse under five or six days of sleeplessness.

Insomnia demanded calm.

Emotional turmoil demanded calm.

Even the strongest body would be worn down to nothing.

“This little Baolu is truly remarkable,” Ye Songqian said, nodding repeatedly. “They say heart ailments require heart medicine. Baolu might just be the cure for Master Yin.”

Tang Xing nodded gently, finding truth in the director’s words.

The ties between people are mysteriously woven.

At their first meeting, Baolu had inadvertently soothed Master Yin’s troubled spirit.

That was how their bond was formed.

Tang Xing encouraged, “Master Yin was really amused watching Baolu on the variety show. Director Ye, what do you think about having him move to Yipinlan? It would make it easier for President Huo to court Baolu—a win-win situation.”

“Worth a try,” Ye Songqian agreed. “What show is it? Send it to me; I want to watch too.”

Tang Xing immediately pulled out his phone.

Baolu and the others had already arrived at the parking lot of the capital city airport.

Their respective agents and assistants were busy loading luggage onto the vehicles.

The artists themselves smiled and waved to fans beyond the cameras.

The scene was noisy and chaotic, filled with the shrill screams of adoring fans.

Tang Xing said, “The show’s already over. This is just behind-the-scenes footage, a little treat for the fans. Nothing much to see. If you want, I can find you the recorded broadcasts from the past few days.”

“No matter, I’ll just watch casually,” Ye Songqian said, pulling out his glasses case. He was about to put on his reading glasses when he heard Tang Xing mutter a curse under his breath.

“Damn!”

“What’s wrong?” Ye Songqian quickly looked at the phone screen.

On it was a girl with a ponytail, clad in a fluffy white coat, both hands gripping the collar of a woman pressed against a van.

The girl’s face was obscured, but the terrified expression on the woman’s face was clearly visible.

Tang Xing turned the volume to maximum to catch the faint voices.

Baolu was shorter than Liu Nana, who wore high heels; Baolu’s height only reached Liu Nana’s chin, yet she gripped her collar tightly.

“Liu Nana, what did you just say? Say it again!” Baolu growled, her eyes red.

“Baolu, are you crazy?” Liu Nana struggled to break free, tears of frustration welling up. “Why are you acting so mad for no reason?”

Liu Nana’s agent, assistants, and Baolu’s assistant, Xiao Dan, rushed forward.

“Xiaolu, what are you doing? Let go now!”

“The fans are all watching!”

“Sister Nana! Sister Nana!”

“Baolu hit someone!”

“Damn it, what are the agents and assistants doing? Protect Sister Nana!”

Shouts, accusations, and screams filled the air.

The scene descended into utter chaos.

Zu Xinen and Lin Ye had already been escorted into their vehicles by their assistants.

Qiao Qianyi tried several times to jump out of the van but was pulled back by Li Huan.

“Huan, let go of me! Today, I swear I’m going to rip Liu Nana’s foul mouth apart!”

“Qiao Qiao, calm down!” Li Huan struggled to restrain her. “Jia’er! Go pull Xiaolu away!”

Di Jia’er, already seated inside the van, tried to get out but was firmly held back by his agent.

“Think about your career! How many people will you offend for Baolu? Aren’t you afraid of rumors about you and Baolu?”

Di Jia’er shook off the agent’s hand and rushed out.

By the time he arrived, Baolu and Liu Nana had already been separated by the staff.

Xiao Dan stood in front of Baolu, blocking her from rushing forward again.

Liu Nana, a look of fear etched on her face, was held in the embrace of a female assistant, tears streaming down her delicate cheeks.

It was heart-wrenching to see.

“Baolu, I know you don’t like me, but what are you doing?” Liu Nana sobbed with unbearable grievance. “As you said, this is just work. When the work ends, we each go our own way. What did I do wrong to deserve this from you?”

With that, overwhelmed by days of sorrow and bitterness, Liu Nana collapsed into the