Xue Meirou glared fiercely at Zhong Tianci.
"You foolish son, at a time like this, you should be driving the reporters away. No matter what, we've had so many years of affection between us, isn't there anything we can't solve?"
Besides, you have so many assets in your hands, what are you afraid of?
If Zhong Daqiao wants to live his previous life, he'll have to start from scratch if he is to rise again. Otherwise, he'll have to beg you.
Xue Meirou pinched Zhong Tianci's arm and whispered in a lowered voice, "Why don't you hurry up and send these reporters away, what are you dilly-dallying for? Is now the time to ask this?"
Zhong Tianci wiped his face, as if he had just realized what he needed to do.
He surreptitiously glanced at Zhong Daqiao, who stood there clutching the paternity test report with an extremely ugly iron-blue face, lost in thought.
He braced himself and told the reporters that the press conference was over, and they should leave quickly.
