"Miss Nalan, is it true that Mr. Gu waited for you outside your hotel the whole night?"
"Miss Nalan, is it true that Mr. Gu brought you home?"
"Miss Nalan, Mr. Gu couldn't seem to let go of Mrs. Gu for the past years, how did you manage to catch his eye?"
Listening to the questions one after the other, Ye Yuwei realized that it was Gu Juexi who had punctured her tyre to buy these journalists time.
Ye Xicheng was sitting in the car staring out of the window nervously and heard that the old meatball waited outside the hotel for one whole night.
"Miss Nalan, do you think what you are doing is ethical?" One of the female journalists asked harshly.
Human beings. They wouldn't accept something or someone that is perfect becoming someone else's. But it was okay if that person was Ye Yuwei, because she was dead and no one could compete with a dead person. That was the law.
