Fu Ya, Lin Wanwan, Both of You Are Finished!

"Fu Ya!" Sharp-eyed, Lin Wanwan caught her using agile movements. She realized that dense red rashes had appeared on her face.

"What happened?"

Everyone, including the reporters, hurriedly rushed over. They sucked in a cold breath of air after seeing Fu Ya's face was full of rashes.

"What is this situation? Chickenpox?"

"How can there be chickenpox suddenly? After being splashed with water from this cup, Fu Ya's face became like this. Is there something wrong with the water?"

"Would she be disfigured just like that? What a pity. She's so pretty."

The camera sounds never stopped during the discussion.

Lin Wanwan carried Fu Ya on her back. She pushed away the crowd, got in the car, and drove to the hospital.

Chu Mingmo looked at her back view as she left, and a smug and cold smile flashed past her eyes.

Fu Ya, Lin Wanwan…

Both of you are finished!

"Actually… I have a bold guess."