Li Qingshen’s expression at this mont bore a hint of sternness, and his tone followed with so sharpness, "So, Miss Jian, do you think my student Ling Momo needs soone like you to yield to her?"
That disdainful tone and cutting words, transmitted clearly through the microphone, entered the ears of everyone present.
Jian Chenxi clutched her hands tightly, her long nails forcibly snapped off in her palm, and a wet, sticky liquid slowly flowed out.
Lu Niange’s face had also turned pale, his brows furrowed, and even his normally gentle face now showed a layer of anger.
But though he was angry, he dared not speak out.
Not just Lu Niange, even the reporters below the stage were shocked by Li Qingshen’s last sentence.
Each of them wore a stunned look, still echoing with the sharp words in their ears.
The scene fell into a strange silence.
Ling Momo, too, took a good while to gradually co to her senses, realizing what had just happened. She subconsciously turned her head and saw Jian Chenxi’s ashen face. In that mont, deep down, she actually felt a bit relieved!
Compared to what she had done to her... this really wasn’t much at all!
Ling Momo turned her head away indifferently, maintaining the most reasonable light smile.
She knew she didn’t need to say anything, didn’t need to do anything. At this mont, all she had to do was play the role of a silent, innocent party.
Reporters gradually snapped out of their daze and stared blankly at Jian Chenxi.
Jian Chenxi had always shown the most dignified and graceful front in the presence of all dia, never as ashen-faced, lips trembling, and as disheveled as she was now. The journalists regained their senses and picked up their caras, wanting to capture this scene.
The incessant flashes and the sounds of photography woke Jian Chenxi. She tried to muster a smile, but found it impossible to fake. Every second she stayed was another second of ridicule for everyone to witness.
Heaven knew just how furious, how embarrassed, how frantic she felt, and most of all, how deeply she resented it!
She couldn’t bear to lose to Ling Momo like this!
Jian Chenxi’s lips grew tauter and tighter as she ultimately couldn’t contain herself, violently standing up without a word, and headed straight for the side door.
Her high-heeled figure leaving was sowhat panicked and shaky, a stark contrast to her usual calm and proud deanor.
Watching Jian Chenxi leave, Lu Niange stood up, bent slightly, pursed his lips, and with stiff effort squeezed out two words, "Sorry." Then he hurriedly followed after her.
With two of the three main characters of the press conference gone, and all issues having been clarified, naturally, it was ti to conclude!
Li Qingshen, whose exquisite beauty could overturn cities, had already regained his usual composure. He stood up simply, turned around, and was ready to leave, not bothering to offer the reporters any parting words.
However, while Li Qingshen could leave in such a cool manner, Ling Momo could not. She stood up obediently and coyly, smiled lightly at the audience, and said with awareness and politeness, "Thank you, everyone!"
Ling Momo exited the press conference and imdiately looked for Li Qingshen, and happened to see him at the elevator entrance. She then ran towards Li Qingshen.
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