The car didn't drive very far, and these fans must have been staying at the hospital for a long time, and they caught up with her and wanted to teach her a lesson.

Looking at the eggs and tomatoes that were smashed on the glass and blooming, Nan Song had a migraine. These days, he is not afraid of anything. He is most afraid of crazy fans. It is not enough to curse in the online world. He must do it in the real world.

Just do it once and you won't be afraid of being caught.

They couldn't wait two more days before things took a turn for the worse.

It is obvious that they cannot wait to seek justice for the priest.

After all, he is a fan of the priest, and it was Nan Song who asked people to let the news out. Gu Heng pursed his lips and felt the bump on his head was still aching, "Mr. Nan, why do I feel like we are lifting a rock?"

Come on, what if you smashed your own foot?"

Nan Song moved his lips, "Shut up!"

She asked the driver again, "Can I drive out?"

Those fans suddenly rushed out just now, and the driver almost hit someone. Now he was in shock. "They are too close together. It is too dangerous to drive hard. If they hit each other, it will be in trouble."

The driver pressed the horn several times, but the crowd did not disperse at all. The noise was still loud, and the crowd was filled with anger outside.

There was actually an old lady with gray hair among the demonstrators, who was even older than the driver. The corner of the driver's mouth twitched, "What are you doing? This is all!"

Nan Song's bodyguards were in a car behind. When they saw this, they squeezed into the crowd to protect Nan Song and tried to drive the crowd away. However, the fans resisted even more fiercely, "Get out of here, you evil capitalists!"

"It's great to have money. Can you control other people's destiny if you have money? Why do you just change the role of Xiao Si?"

A middle-aged woman was cursing and smashing eggs, not feeling distressed at all.

Gu Heng couldn't help but pull down the window: "Sister, it would be great if you could take the eggs home and make scrambled eggs with chopped green onions for your children at home. Why waste it? If you can't, you can just make fried rice with eggs."

The elder sister's eyes widened and she threw another egg over.

"I'm willing to throw it away, but you don't care?"

Gu Heng was almost hit by an egg and quickly closed the car window.

The driver had never seen such a scene in his entire life, and said tremblingly: "Mr. Nan, how about... let's call the police?"

Gu Heng held the phone and hesitated, "After all, he is a fan of the priest. Will calling the police have a bad impact on him?"

"Sister, call the police."

Before Nan Song could speak, Si Zhe said something first.

He looked calm and his voice was colder than ever before, "That's not how you chase stars. They are my brother's fans, but they have no right to hurt you. If my brother knew about it, he would definitely not be happy and would feel very guilty.

, self-blame.”

Nan Song nodded lightly and asked Gu Heng to dial 110.

The fans' behavior became more and more violent, and more and more people gathered to take pictures. Seeing the stones hitting the glass, and if it continued like this, it would really hurt people. Si Zhe pursed his lips, opened the door and got out of the car.

"Xiao Zhe!"

Nan Song pulled him quickly with quick eyes and hands, frowning and said: "What are you doing?"
Chapter completed!