Do you have a mental illness?

Luo Qiao's pupils constricted when she saw who it was.

At this time, the noisy crowd around them quieted down. Whether it was the media reporters or fans, they all looked at the huge screen.

The woman's face was clearly shown, and then they saw the beautiful and lovely sister Qiao in their impression suddenly start to scream, breaking down and shaking hysterically. Her face was pale, and her eyes revealed fear.

He was not a normal person at all.

The surroundings fell silent for a moment before a huge wave of discussion instantly erupted!

"Oh my God, what is this?"

"It's Luo Qiao! The person in the video is Luo Qiao!"

"What's wrong with her? He doesn't seem to be in his right mind."

hurry up and take a picture. F * ck, this is big news!

Beside him, Jiang qingyin could feel Luo Qiao's body tensing up to the extreme in an instant. She lowered her eyes and chuckled. She turned her head and said gently, " "Qiao Qiao, is that you?"

The surroundings seemed to have quieted down all of a sudden. Luo Qiao stared at the disheveled woman in the video, her body motionless.

She didn't even hear Jiang qingyin talking to her.

Seeing her like this, Jiang qingyin felt that even her breathing was extremely smooth. She turned her eyes and glanced coldly at the assistant beside her.

The assistant lowered his head to show that he understood and turned to the media area.

Someone in the crowd shouted, " "Luo Qiao is there!"

The reporters were like flies that had smelled rotten meat. They instantly gathered around her like crazy, and the flashes of light shone into people's eyes.

At the same time, their sharp questions also sounded, "

"Miss Luo Qiao, is that you in the video? What's going on?"

you didn't look right in this video. Did you receive any stimulation? "

"Miss Luo Qiao, may I ask what's wrong with you?"

"Miss Luo Qiao, Zhenzhen."

“……”

The crowd squeezed together and the microphone was pushed in front of Luo Qiao. Countless pairs of eyes stared at her and the questioning pierced her eardrums.

Luo Qiao, who was wearing high heels, couldn't help but take a step back. Jiang qingyin let go of her at that moment, allowing the reporters to rush towards her from all directions.

The lights were so bright that no one could open their eyes. Luo Qiao felt as if her nerves were being pricked by needles. She frowned and stumbled back.

"Miss Luo Qiao, please answer."

"Why aren't you answering? The image in the video doesn't match your usual appearance. What's going on?"

"Are you mentally ill?"

When the last question was asked, the people around them suddenly gasped.

"Mental illness!"

Oh my God, it really does feel like it!

"You're still in the entertainment industry when you're mentally ill? He should be at home!"

"I've heard that some mental patients can even kill people, Yingluo."

The sounds of discussion continued to drill into her ears. Luo Qiao's mind buzzed and she opened her eyes again. It was as if she saw countless magnified flying insects flying towards her. Her pupils contracted and she turned her head away abruptly, screaming, " "Go away!"

She subconsciously threw away these things, and the female reporter standing in front of her was caught off guard, and the microphone was knocked to the ground.

The reporters fell silent for a moment before they saw Luo Qiao shrieking and retreating, before she fell to the ground.

Her appearance was reflected in everyone's eyes. The reporters looked at each other, and their eyes lit up in an instant. Was Yingluo acting up again?

Instantly, the flashes became even more frenzied than before, and the questioning voices became louder and louder.

The crowd continued to squeeze in, and all kinds of eyes fell on Luo Qiao.