Sang Shen's action undoubtedly brought Liang Mengyun to the peak of embarrassment, yet it wasn't an act—he turned pale from all the vomiting.
"Sang Emperor, are you alright?" The director hurriedly fetched a bottle of mineral water and patted his back, the worry evident on his face.
"I'm fine, I'll recover in a moment." As the acid churned in his stomach, Sang Shen rinsed his mouth with the mineral water, which provided considerable relief.
He leaned weakly against the wall, his gaze drifting unconsciously toward Sang Qiao. Her eyes were clear, showing no concern, just calm.
Suddenly, Sang Shen felt a sourness at the tip of his nose, taking several big gulps of the mineral water.
"Sang Emperor probably ate something bad. Let's continue," the director said, saving face for Liang Mengyun.
Liang Mengyun stood silently in the crowd, feeling unbearable inside. Did she truly disgust the Sang Emperor so much that he was driven to vomit...