"Zhou, tell me that this isn't real. It isn't real." Tong Fei grabbed Zhou's arms and shook her.
"Miss Fei, calm down." Zhou took the opportunity to grab her hand and hold her down.
"Who is it? Who did it? Who framed me?" said Tong Fei nervously.
"Miss Fei, come over and sit down first. We'll discuss this further." Zhou helped her sit on the sofa.
"Is there still room for negotiation? I think the whole world has seen it and is laughing at me," muttered Tong Fei to herself.
Zhou comforted her, "Let's get to the bottom of this first before we hold a reporters conference to clarify."
"Heh! Clarification..." Tong Fei smiled bitterly with tears in her eyes. She knew that all of this was true. Whether it was the photos or the reports, they were all true. How could she clarify it?
Tong Fei suddenly stood up, pulled open the curtains, and looked downstairs. As she expected, there were already reporters standing downstairs.
