The journalist's smile froze in place, looking worse than if they were crying.
"Miss Jiang... why bother arguing with me when you're such a big shot."
I always repay enmity, so I quickly waved my hand.
"Sorry, I may be a big shot, but I have a small heart."
Seeing this, other journalists suddenly felt hopeful about inviting me and quickly approached to block me, but my assistant Xiao Liang managed to hold them off.
I walked quickly towards the couple.
"Wen Xiru, you look just like a joke, hahaha."
Wen Xiru's face couldn't look any worse, yet she still didn't forget to curse at me.
But she failed to notice Lu Ze's gradually darkening gaze in the corner.
At this moment, he could only hide in the corner. You can hide for a while, but not forever.
After the live broadcast ends, I believe more people will come out to condemn and harass them.
Lu Ze, such a proud person, can now only lower his head and endure, which is the best punishment for him.
Reporters followed my footsteps, and suddenly, while Wen Xiru wasn't paying attention, I rolled up her sleeve.
I gave a close-up of the scar on her hand.
"In the past, you used these to frame me. Have you ever thought that one day they would become evidence of you framing me?"
While everyone's cameras were focused on Wen Xiru, I quickly escaped the room led by Xiao Liang.
Before leaving, I turned back and noticed Lu Ze looking at me with an ambiguous expression.
Seems like there's a hint of affection?
Ugh, how disgusting.
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