He Is Warmer Than Time

After coming to the stage, it was a sing. Jiang Feng's singing was not bad. This was a rehearsal. She obviously didn't sing so carefully. She sang a few words at random, and the staff underneath still applauded her with face.

Next was a scene in which Jiang Feng was carrying a stool and was going to hang herself with a three-foot white silk. Bai Ling was hanging. She was about to hang her neck. The little maid found her and rescued her.

Jiang Feng wore the bottom of the flowerpot and climbed on the small stool swayingly. With a wave of his hand, Bai Ling was thrown onto the beam, knotted, and his steps moved. He was about to lift his head and hang his neck, but saw his feet shake...

The bottom of the flowerpot actually cracked in half, and the entire bottom of the flowerpot fell off. Jiang Feng couldn't stand still, and she fell straight down. She panicked and screamed.

The bottom of the flowerpot on her right foot fell off. She landed on her left foot, and the high bottom of the flowerpot touched the ground with a click. She heard the sound of her ankle and skull cracking. In a panic, she stretched out her hand to support the ground...

With a click again, Jiang Feng was sweating in pain, and he collapsed on the ground. He pointed to the frightened little maid not far away and gritted his teeth and said, "What are you doing there?"

The little maid rushed over and shouted: "Sister Feng, are you okay? Are you okay?"

The staff in the audience also rushed up together, and surrounded her: "Sister Feng, how is it?"

Jiang Feng broke out in a cold sweat: "Are you blind? Didn't you see how badly I fell? Still asking?"

Everyone dared not say anything, the male staff headed hurriedly helped her up: "Send you to the hospital, right?"

Jiang Feng's face was distorted because of the pain: "Hurry up, stop talking nonsense, if you delay, I won't be able to play at night."

After receiving news from the backstage, it was said that Jiang Feng had fallen, Song Ran's eyes lit up: "Huh? Really? Go and have a look."

The army patted her head: "Don't write gloating on your face, you **** girl."

Song Ran shrank her neck and said with a smile, "Is it so obvious?"

Dajun stared at her: "Obviously, I was seen by her or her assistant. I promise to trouble you."

Song Ran has a guilty conscience: "I will converge a little bit."

The group hurried to the front and saw the staff rushing out with Jiang Feng on their backs. The army caught the little maid who was playing with Jiang Feng just now and asked, "What's wrong with Sister Feng?"

The little maid shivered and said, "When she climbed onto the stool to hang herself, she seemed to sway, and then she got her foot and fell off the stool."

The army shook his head: "Hurry up and notify the director."

Jiang Feng's flowerpot bottom shoes were thrown on the stage. In the chaos, He Jiao quietly ran to the stage, planning to hide those shoes secretly.

Still sharp-eyed, the army quickly walked over, stood in front of He Jiao, and asked, "What are you doing?"

He Jiao panicked: "Jun...Brother Jun...I...I didn't do anything."

The army pointed at her: "What are you doing with Sister Feng's shoes?"

He Jiao has a guilty conscience: "I will put it away for Sister Feng."

The army stretched out his hand: "Give it to me."

He Jiao shrank his hands, hid the shoes behind him, and shook his head. The army directly snatched the shoes from her hand, and He Jiao's expression changed in panic.

When the army looked at it, the bottom of the flowerpot on his right foot was completely peeled off, and when he looked at the peeling mouth, it was a neat cut. Obviously...this is artificial...

As for the culprit and murderer, he jumped out and admitted.

The army grabbed He Jiao's wrist: "Why are you doing this?"

He Jiao denied: "I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything."