Before the journalists realized what had happened, they were all picked up and thrown out of the room, followed by yelling noises.
"These people are disgusting. Lucky that we came in time."
"Those people… I bet they aren't even real journalists."
Ye Shengge heard two men talking. Before she looked up, she saw a slender hand reaching toward her.
That hand had distinct joints and it looked exquisite.
"Get up." The man with the hand said. His deep voice sounded familiar and melodious.
Ye Shengge suddenly wanted to cry. She sniffed, looked up at the man's sophisticated face, and she couldn't help but feel wronged.
She'd never expected anyone to come save her, no matter what kind of trouble she was in. She knew that there would never be a man like that.
However, this was the first time she had realized how wonderful it felt for someone to come to save her out of nowhere.
Ji Shiting frowned upon seeing her about to cry.
