"...As for Mr.Qualls, there's no relationship between us whatsoever."
The girl finished speaking and subtly smiled. The curve of her lips was as perfect as moonlight on a rose petal. The flower bloomed, carrying both the soft whiteness of the moonlight and the exquisite attractiveness of a rose.
At this moment, no one could argue that she wasn't suited for Jackie Qualls.
On the contrary, it would seem normal for even an untouched film emperor like Jackie Qualls to express a liking towards such a stunning woman.
"That... Well..."
The reporter stuttered for a while, but couldn't get out a sentence. More and more onlookers began to gather, each one holding up their phones, their flashlights exceptionally dazzling, illuminating this little corner of the world.
Hannah took the microphone from the reporter's hand, smiled at the camera and asked, "Do I look pretty?"
The crowd froze, then unanimously replied, "Pretty."
