His simple words sounded very emotionless, yet they were sharp and terrifying.
Mi Nuo's eyes widened as she bit her lips. The feeling of shame and resentment seemed to have infiltrated every single cell in her body. The gaze of the reporters below resembled sharp knives that could cut her anytime.
She swallowed before she saw Si Zhengting turning around and walking out while holding Zhuang Nainai's shoulders, as if Mi Nuo was nothing to him.
His tall figure and aloof demeanor exuded an aura that felt like everything was within his control. Meanwhile, to him, she was merely a… clown.
With clenched fists, Mi Nuo rushed down the stage suddenly. "Mr. Si!"
Si Zhengting did not stop in his tracks, as if he couldn't hear her voice.
Mi Nuo dashed over. "Mr. Si, let me explain…"
