Su Ningyan was genuinely terrified, the journalists surrounding her, each one seeming as if they wanted to tear her apart.
Being pushed back and forth, her cell phone was vibrating in her hand.
She no longer had the ability to check who was calling her and before long, Su Ningyan was pushed into a small alley.
Her cell phone and food box were knocked to the ground, but the journalists still wouldn't let her go.
"Miss Su, don't you have anything to explain about this incident?"
"Miss Su, does this incident affect your engagement to Mr. Zhuo?"
Upon hearing Zhuo Junyue's name, her mind seemed to explode.
Su Ningyan was pushed to the ground, those people stepping on her hands, making her almost feel like her fingers were about to break.
"Get away, all of you get away..."
With a fall to the ground, she reached for a wooden stick, suddenly becoming aggressive.
As someone who had survived five years in a slum in America, she had gone through more than the average person.
