Gong Heng was deep in thought, his eyes holding an unfathomable depth, his thoughts impenetrable. His features were sharply defined, his lines were proud, evoking a sense of isolation and indifference from the world.
He had always been like this towards Yun Chunxue.
"You can issue a PR statement and have the media help you whitewash your image. Your concert is coming up, and some people are using the President and the First Lady to gain popularity. In the end, you just need to clarify that it wasn't you speaking in those statements. There are plenty of people in the world with similar voices; no one will know it was you. As long as you don't admit to it, it'll be fine."
Yun Chunxue stopped crying and her eyes were swollen. She completely treated Mu Mian next to her as if she were thin air and desperately clung to Gong Heng's large hand with tender affection.
"Can we really do it like this?"
"What else can you do now apart from this?"
