"What are you regretting?"

A voice came from behind Jun Li.

The voice was like cold jade, but mixed with warmth.

Jun Li was startled and turned around, and a piece of clothing fell on her head, covering her head and wrapping up her thin upper body.

There was a warm scent on the clothes. Jun Li's eyes went dark and she felt like she was being held in someone's arms.

It’s...Song Yanqin.

Why is he here?

Yang Ziyao stared at Song Yanqin blankly. Where did this man come from?

Song Yanqin's eyes were cold, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up above his wrists, revealing part of his arms. He had an indescribable sexiness. He put his arm around Jun Li with one hand, and just standing there, he looked like an aristocrat.

Maybe it was because he had been standing at the top for too long, so he had an aura that made it difficult for people to approach him.

He watched from the moment Jun Li came on stage to the moment she left.

He liked to see her smile, liked the light in her eyes when she was proud. Later, when he saw that she seemed to be looking for someone, he felt a little concerned and followed her. When he heard Jun Li say those words, he almost understood.

Similar to the entertainment industry, the anchor circle is also very chaotic. If small anchors want to become famous quickly, they can only rely on big anchors. He found out about Mangmang and Sui Hantian's relationship when he was investigating Jun Li's information.

But at that time he didn't take Sui Hantian seriously.

In his opinion, the other party was not even qualified to support Jun Li.

But today he found out that the other party was even worse than he had imagined. Logically, he should be thankful, because the worse the other party was, the greater the opportunity he would have to show off. But when he really heard what she said, he realized that he felt more heartbroken than thankful.

He felt sad. He felt sad that she was abandoned like an object by others when he didn't even know her.

So the look in his eyes when he looked at He Shiting became increasingly cold, as if he wanted to kill him.

Song Yanqin's thin lips moved, and he said two words directly: "Garbage."

He Shiting was initially a little upset when he saw Song Yanqin being so friendly with Jun Li, but when he heard Song Yanqin scolding him, he immediately became furious: "Are you crazy? Why are you scolding people?"

Song Yanqin touched Jun Li's head through her clothes to comfort her.

After that, he released the hand holding Jun Li, walked up to He Shiting step by step, and looked down at him condescendingly: "Are you the anchor?"

He Shiting didn't say anything because Song Yanqin made him feel dangerous, especially his eyes, which made him a little timid.

"Not talking? I'll just assume you are."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Shiting felt a flash before his eyes, and a fist hit him directly in the face. He used all his strength in this punch. He Shiting immediately howled in pain and wanted to step back, but Song Yanqin grabbed his collar and punched him again.

It was hard to count how long the fight lasted. Yang Ziyao had never seen such a scene before and was so frightened that she stood in the corner and dared not make a sound.

Jun Li hid inside Song Yanqin's coat and laughed.

Song Yanqin did everything she wanted to do. If she hadn't thought that beating people was too unaesthetic, she would have done it long ago instead of choosing another way. But now, listening to He Shiting's screams was also quite comfortable.

Someone in the toilet heard He Shiting's voice and ran over to see what was going on. When He Shiting saw someone coming, he thought he was saved. He didn't even care about his image and struggled and shouted for help.