She also tried to drive away all the reporters: "Get lost! All of you, get lost!!"

The reporters were not buying it, with a more sober speaker among them.

"Miss Wen, you invited us here before, saying you had a big scoop. Turns out it was just you falsely accusing someone else, but it's okay, you can also become the big news."

Laughter erupted, and Wen Xiru rushed forward to hit someone.

But she forgot, they were still live streaming, every move of hers was in the eyes of over 100,000 people.

"Damn! Just finished faking a suicide, and now you have the energy to hit someone? Quickly check if her wounds are real or just drawn on?"

"So this is the helpless mistress who can't take care of herself, I almost believed it."

...

I quickly intercepted Wen Xiru, stopping her before she could slap someone directly.

Wen Xiru, in pain, tried to grab my hair, but I quickly dodged.

Then, in the chaos, her high heels "accidentally" stepped on Wen Xiru's fair and tender foot.

Wen Xiru instantly cried out in pain, kneeling on the ground, Luo Mu was even more distressed and hurried to check on her.

I turned to look at the dumbfounded group of reporters.

"She hits you, I help you, no problem, right?"

They nodded in agreement, "No... no, thank you, Miss Jiang."

Even the sharp-tongued reporters who had mocked me before now showed a flattering expression.

"Miss Jiang, I really didn't know you were a student of Teacher Weilang before, could you spare some time to come to our station for an interview?"

Not even a word of apology, where did she get the nerve to ask me for an interview?

I smiled slightly, "Sure, which station are you from?"

Hearing my easy agreement, the sharp female reporter's eyes lit up, showing me her credentials.

"We are from XX station."

I chuckled, "Alright, I'll remember that. I will present a complaint letter to your station manager, and you, just wait for my lawyer's letter."

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