Before long, the assailant saw what seemed like staff from the TV crew approaching and hurried away.
Zheng He's bag was removed from his head, and he covered his face and stomach, grimacing in pain.
Qian Yue crouched down, supporting Zheng He's arm, and asked with a frown, "What happened? How are you feeling now?"
"Who hit me just now?!"
"He was wearing a mask, a hat, and sunglasses; I couldn't see clearly. Are you okay?"
Zheng He said irritably, "Why don't you try getting beaten up!"
But thanks to Qian Yue arriving just in time, Zheng He didn't suffer many blows, so the injury wasn't severe; some pain was inevitable.
Qian Yue: "..." I should have just stood by a bit longer before coming over!
"Damn!" Zheng He looked down at his blue shirt, which had become filthy from rolling on the ground, and cursed bitterly.
It's ruined! I can't return this shirt now, it cost 399 yuan, and now I have to pay out of pocket!
Zheng He felt his life was just too full of hardships!
