At the instant Song Guanchao dashed in, the crowd burst into an uproar.
Among them, many people took out their phones to film.
Some were even live streaming.
"This guy is awesome, he just ran into such a big fire?"
"Holy crap, he's not afraid of dying!"
"Everyone, look, the music festival is on fire, the organizers are just useless."
The crowd was full of chatter, live streaming continued, filming persisted.
Under normal circumstances, Wu Qiangwei would definitely try to stop these people from filming.
But right now, she had no mind to manage them.
Because Song Guanchao had rushed in.
She wanted to follow, but feared affecting Song Guanchao, holding him back.
She stood there, fists clenched, eyes full of tension and worry.
Fan Jie coughed softly, saying: "Don't worry, it'll be fine, Qiangwei, let's retreat a bit, don't get too close."
He reached out to grab Wu Qiangwei's hand, but she shook him off, glaring at him with disgust.
