Ye Shengge calmed herself down, looked at the journalist in front of her, and smiled, "She's lying. I don't have a birthmark on my face. The photos that were circulating on the Internet were just scribbles because I was bored. That so-called red birthmark is actually cosmetics."
"Really? How do you prove it?" The reporter asked.
"I don't need proof. As you can see, there's no red birthmark on my face. Isn't that evidence?" Ye Shengge's smile turned cold.
"But you put on makeup today…"
"So I should remove my makeup just because Cheng Xinyue defamed me?" Ye Shengge raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't you ask Cheng Xinyue? She was the one who suggested I have a birthmark on my face, so she should be the one to prove it."
The journalists were confused by her logic, so they sent the news to their friends and asked Cheng Xinyue a question.
Cheng Xinyue smiled and walked toward her.
