The newspapers were bearable, but the curses online were simply unbearable to the ear.
It had evidently incited a nationwide frenzy of abuse.
Mu Jingxi's gaze swept over Qiao An and landed on the face of the young maid, "What did you say?"
"Third Young Master, look!"
The young maid immediately handed him the newspaper.
His cold eyes scanned the paper, and there was Qiao An's face, splashed across the front-page headline.
The eye-catching title nailed Qiao An to the shameful pillar of being a mistress.
Qiao An sat down on the sofa, casually picked up a cushion, and rested her chin on it, lost in thought, "So that's it. Chen Min had already arranged reporters in advance yesterday..."
No wonder.
No wonder she would make a scene without caring about her dignity.
Now, because of Chen Min's one-sided story and some photos, she was branded a mistress.
Ridiculous.
