Ye Xingguang felt as though Fu Zhuo had slapped her face fiercely. It stung and it hurt, but the humiliation was even worse.
What was most hateful was that Xia Yanyan, sitting beside her, had overheard everything. Ye Xingguang felt Xia's gaze on her, full of scornful pride. The faint smile on her lips seemed to mock her for her audacity and the derision she had brought upon herself.
"I don't have any intention to get close to him. Your family treats him like a treasure, but in front of me, he's nothing!"
Ye Xingguang, her pride wounded, snapped these words before picking up the microphone and leaving. She did not want to stay here any longer and provide any more opportunities for others to trample on her dignity.
If she interviewed Ye Junqing, her dignity would surely be crushed.
By the time Ye Xingguang reached the lobby on the ground floor, she could hardly keep her tears from spinning down her face. She couldn't understand why she was feeling so upset.
