Ning Shuqian looked at the reporters swarming around her continuously and her gaze suddenly became blurry. She instinctively expanded her pupils, wanting to see the situation around her surroundings more clearly, but everything was for naught.
The noise from the surroundings entered her ears continuously and formed a riotous din in her ears—the demonic sounds reverberated in her ears, like pins, like needles, like poison, like drugs…
Suddenly, a splitting headache caused her to instinctively stagger backward as she couldn't help but hug her head with both hands and continuously shake and hammer her own head.
The intense headache made the gentle expression on Ning Shuqian's face to become twisted, and she also became hot-tempered and short-fused. She swung her arm, flung off a reporter's camera, and roared at the reporter. "Stop snapping. I'm telling all of you to stop snapping."
