During the ten minutes the press conference was suspended, the journalists were already filled with anticipation. Now, seeing Li Qingshen and Ling Momo return to the scene, they all beca exceedingly excited, picking up their caras and snapping photos nonstop.
The flash bulbs popped incessantly, causing Ling Momo’s already tense nerves to suddenly jerk; she instinctively tried to withdraw her hand from Li Qingshen’s grasp.
Li Qingshen’s expression remained calm, his elegant eyes flashing with a cold sharpness. Silently, he tightened his grip on Ling Momo’s hand and led her towards the front of the press conference.
It wasn’t until they had reached the seats where Li Qingshen and Ling Momo had been sitting that Li Qingshen gently released Ling Momo’s hand. Keeping his gaze lowered the whole ti, he gracefully pulled out Ling Momo’s chair with perfect gentlemanly conduct. Only after watching her sit down did he stretch out a hand to nonchalantly pull out his own chair and sit down with a languid ease.
After Li Qingshen had settled in his seat, he simply tilted his head to nod at the host standing by, already prepared.
The corner of his eye caught a glimpse of Lu Niange and Jian Chenxi, a cold smirk briefly crossing his face before his gaze ca to rest on the dark-haired girl beside him.
She sat there properly, her deanor gentle, her eyes especially bright from having cried recently. Her lips were slightly upturned, as if she was making an effort to smile. However, such a smile did not have the radiant brilliance he had seen before. Her fingers clutched her handbag tightly, clearly displaying her nervousness. Li Qingshen frowned slightly, seemingly unsatisfied. As he stared into the depths of the girl’s eyes, a thoughtful expression appeared. The next second, silently, he took out his phone from his pocket, thought for a mont, then swiftly swiped his slender fingers across the screen a couple of tis before putting the phone away into his pocket and sitting up straight.
Ling Momo felt a tingling sensation down her spine, her heartbeat thumping particularly fast. She felt as if the eyes of the journalists below were filled with probing intent.
She didn’t know what she could do and could only follow Li Qingshen’s lead, her smile forced and stiff.
When the host saw the nod, they imdiately smiled broadly and began, "After a ten-minute break, I’m pleased that all the journalists are still with us. We will now continue our press conference..."
The host’s voice was pleasant to listen to, with proper intonation, but Ling Momo had no desire to pay attention, only sensing that her breathing was becoming erratic.
What questions would the journalists ask her next?
Would they be the sa sharp and cruel questions as before?
How should she answer them?
While Ling Momo’s inner turmoil churned, she distinctly felt a vibration from the handbag she was holding.
Who could it be looking for her at this ti?
Ling Momo furrowed her brow and instinctively shifted her head a little, her eyes sweeping lightly over the room. With the host continuing to speak about the press conference statent, Ling Momo took advantage of the mont when no one was paying attention to her to take out her phone from her bag. She then discreetly lowered her eyes and saw a new ssage on WeChat.
It was from Enson.
Just a simple line.
"Don’t be afraid, I’m here."
Ling Momo’s fingers trembled slightly, and the phone almost slipped from her fingertips to the ground.
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