The female journalist's question came very suddenly, and Luo Xiaoqian, after all, wasn't very good at dealing with it. She froze for a second before she spoke, "He left me first."
Lu Hao was the deepest scar in her heart. As her feelings for Leng Zimo deepened, that wound also healed rapidly, but the scab on it hadn't yet fallen off. When it was suddenly torn open at this time, the pain was inevitable.
A sneer flickered on the female journalist's lips, "Miss Luo seemed a bit hesitant just now. Is it because you have something unspeakable, or are you lying?"
In her words, she implied that Luo Xiaoqian dumped her ex-boyfriend because she had latched onto someone more influential.
"For a girl as beautiful and outstanding as you, why would your ex-boyfriend leave you? That obviously doesn't make sense, does it, Miss Luo?!" Another male journalist immediately stood up and asked.
That's how these journalists are, always keen to pounce on your scars to get more sensational news.
