Chapter 1837: She's Not That Kind of Person

“Right, hand it over to the police, let the police investigate, fair and just. But Jiaojiao, do you have any evidence to provide from your side? Besides you and Master Su, did anyone else handle this piece of clothing?”

Nan Jiaojiao understood Zhou Po’s hint, “I’ll go back and check the surveillance.”

Hearing this, Zhou Po’s expression turned uneasy.

In the bedroom, there was a faint sound of conversation, then the manager came out with a hostile look, “Yuan Yuan wants you to go in.”

Nan Jiaojiao put down the cheongsam and pushed the door open to go in.

Song Yuan was trying to sit up, adjusting the position of the pillow behind her, struggling to support herself before leaning against it.

Nan Jiaojiao stood three steps away, not stepping forward to help.

Afraid of being blamed.

The manager standing at the door saw this scene and immediately exploded, “Are you a log? Can’t you see our Yuan Yuan is so unwell? Would it kill you to help her up?”

The manager pushed at Nan Jiaojiao, but didn’t reach her, as Nan Jiaojiao slightly turned to the side, dodging the gesture, causing the force the manager put in her push to have nowhere to land and she almost fell herself.

She glared angrily at Nan Jiaojiao, quickly went over, adjusted Song Yuan’s pillow, and gently helped her lie back down.

Song Yuan panted lightly, “I’m fine, Sister Lai, you can go out now. I want to talk to Jiaojiao for a bit.”

Sister Lai was recently transferred over by the company for Song Yuan, as the previous junior manager was too inexperienced. When Song Yuan wasn’t that popular, anyone could manage her, but since joining Director Chen’s team, her career was on the rise, so naturally, they needed a more rigorous manager.

Sister Lai, in her thirties, managed quite a few popular artists, and previously had connections with Song Yuan. After joining the team, besides being lenient with Song Yuan and Director Chen, she dared show her temper to anyone else, reprimanding anyone at the slightest inconvenience.

“No, I have to stay here. You’ve been harmed like this, what if she does something to you when I’m not watching?”

Song Yuan smiled slightly, “No, Jiaojiao and I have a good relationship. She’s not like that.”

Sister Lai frowned, still reluctant, but didn’t say more. She just gave Nan Jiaojiao a warning look as she passed by.

She deliberately left the door half an inch open, slightly ajar, clearly intending to eavesdrop on what they might say.

Suddenly, an annoying voice floated over: “Wow, so crippled like this, the needle was indeed a bit big, but wasn’t it just a jab? For those who don’t know, they might think a single jab could ruin someone.”

“What do you know!”

Sister Lai scolded angrily, “Yuan Yuan had a horseback riding accident a while back, fell from the horse and had surgery, barely making it back, and has had a severe back injury since. Every time she finishes shooting wire scenes, she takes a long time to recover from the pain. And, what do you mean ‘just a jab,’ did you not see how thick that needle was?”

Ye Linlin couldn’t really feign blindness and say the pillow needle was small; even shoe-bottom needles were smaller. Getting jabbed definitely hurt.

She was just complaining a bit, and if the other side talked to her nicely, she would have apologized. But they insisted on using such a feminine tone to scold her, so she immediately exploded.

“How is it my problem, huh? Just because she has a back injury, should she be coddled everywhere she goes? Your actress is sick, just go back and recover well. Why come to the set to sit a month? Oh right, only she is in pain, only she is having a hard time. Now everyone backstage is circling around her, and the whole set’s progress is halted. Whose fault is that, really!”