Yan Luoxi was so encircled by reporters that it was impossible for her to squeeze out, and Gu Qian, who had followed her all the time, had been pushed into some corner during the crowding; a film camera bumped into her forehead.
She winced in pain, as the sound of shutters clicking arose incessantly; facing the reporters who seemed to be on a frenzied chase, she suddenly felt a sense of fear.
With her growing fame, every time she faced the reporters she felt a chill down her spine. What if one day, the news that she's the daughter of a trafficker comes to light? What kind of expressions would these faces in front of her wear to interview her then?
"Miss Yan, the internet says you're a homewrecker. What do you have to say about this? Please, just a few words," someone asked.
Without receiving a response from Yan Luoxi, reporters became even more aggressive, as if prying her mouth open would yield them breaking news.
