Zheng Xinrui staggered but quickly regained his footing. He glanced at the reporters behind them, who were just holding up their cameras and had no intention of helping at all. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, fine! You're deliberately forcing me to death!
"Are plagiarists even more arrogant now than those who were plagiarized?
"Fine, fine! Then, let's see how the world treats you after I die!"
As Zheng Xinrui spoke, he had already gone to the windowsill. He even pulled the window open fiercely, as if he was about to jump out.
Not far away, the reporters couldn't help but be frightened. They wanted to step forward to stop him, afraid that he would do something stupid.
However, a certain fourth brother was completely indifferent. The corners of his lips curled up slightly as if he wanted to laugh, but he still said in a cool voice, "Then jump. If you don't care about losing face, go ahead and jump. Let's see if anyone will feel sorry for you.
