Feng Ciye stood at the edge of the boat, his arm being held tightly by someone.
Mu Shian clutched his arm tightly, shouting harshly: "Feng Ciye, are you crazy? Do you want to go down there too?"
Feng Ciye's face was ashen, pale as paper, and even his breathing became rapid. His hand gripping the wooden railing of the boat was trembling, "She fell into the river!"
Mu Shian held onto him tightly, shouting harshly: "Feng Ciye, don't go mad, get a grip. You are not Feng Huaijin; your health is so poor that if you go down, you might not make it back!"
Mu Shian suddenly felt a bit of regret. Why did he send a WeChat message to Feng Ciye just now, telling him that the woman named Su Li came to the film crew?
Feng Ciye suddenly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he regained his usual clarity.
