"What's happening?"
Su Yuntang's brows furrowed tightly.
"I heard them mentioning the police, a clubhouse..."
The maid stammered, whereas Jiang Yi swiftly turned to Su Wanwan, asking pointedly, "Is it because of what was on the newspaper?"
"Impossible!" Su Wanwan retorted without giving it a second thought: "I just returned to the country three days ago. It was just one picture. Who would know I am the daughter of Secretary Su?"
Secretary Su immediately shot her a glare.
"Quickly drive all the reporters away!" Su Xueqin spoke with an impatience. After all this fuss, she, who was just recovering from a serious illness, was getting exhausted.
Jiang Yi hurriedly called someone to take the old man back to his room to rest.
A moment of silence washed over the living room, yet the noises outside seeped in. And the clamor was growing.
The maid soon returned, "What should we do? The reporters refuse to leave."
Su Yuntang felt a headache coming.
