There was only one nameplate on the platform. Chu Yao, holding her skirt, sat down, and the flashing cameras below flickered incessantly, but she didn't even blink.
"Miss Chu, thinking of making a comeback right after being released from prison, aren't you being too hasty?"
"Three years ago, when you became popular, there were rumors that a backer openly supported you. Has your backer changed now?"
"I heard you were jailed for drunken driving that left a girl disabled. Is that true?"
"Why were you only sentenced to three years? Who is protecting you?"
The journalists were quickly becoming aggressive, each camera aimed at her. They wanted to capture even the slightest microexpression on her face, easily scribble something with a pen, and worry not about the traffic they'd get.
Chu Yao just smiled silently, her icy gaze fixed on the journalist who had last asked the question, and chuckled lightly, "Which organization are you from?"
