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"...!!!" Pei Maoyan wished she could slap the journalist who asked that question to death.
Now, all the journalists' eyes were focused on her face, and there was no blocking their gaze.
Every following question revolved around how she ended up with that slap on her face.
"Move aside!"
These annoying paparazzo stuck to her, and even the two bodyguards at her side couldn't clear a path for her.
"Miss Pei, just tell us who hit you," they said, "we will report them by name and surname, letting the netizens viciously curse at her, helping you vent!"
"I said it's not necessary! Move aside!" Pei Maoyan was so angry she wanted to roar, but she had to maintain an elegant image in front of the media.
How could she possibly tell others that she, the great young lady of the Pei Family, the future mistress of GS, had been slapped by Mo Qiansu, that mistress? Where would her face be? Where would her dignity be?!!
