Zhuo Junyue, afraid that these reporters would crowd his little one, glared at them, "Stay away, anyone who pushes my woman, don't even think about hanging around in Ning City."
Zhuo Junyue's cold voice, like a sheet of ice, made the reporters step back unanimously.
Immediately following that, all the reporters got excited, it was akin to a marketplace.
"Mr. Zhuo, is this lady your girlfriend?"
"Mr. Zhuo, the newspapers reported a while ago that you were preparing to marry Miss Xu, is that true?"
"Mr. Zhuo, if your girlfriend isn't Miss Xu, then did this lady interfere with your relationship with Miss Xu?"
"Mr. Zhuo, can you respond to whether you actually like men and this lady is merely your cover?"
The questions from the reporters, each one sharper than the last, fell onto Su Ningyan's ears, particularly grating.
She felt somewhat afraid and didn't know how to confront it.
All she felt was Zhuo Junyue's hand tightly encircling her, protecting her in his embrace.
