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Before the camera, on the jade pendant in Gu Zhiyuan's palm, was carved the word "Nuannuan."
"Damn it." An Linlin's face turned an iron blue with anger.
She clenched her fist tightly, her gaze fixed unblinkingly on Gu Zhiyuan in front of the camera, wishing she could skin him alive.
By comparison, Ji Shunuan seemed much calmer.
"Where is his press conference?" Ji Shunuan asked coldly.
An Linlin lit up upon hearing this.
The person from the next table overheard and immediately raised his hand, saying, "I know! It's right in front of the building next door, look! You can see it from here."
Indeed, Ji Shunuan followed the direction the neighboring customer pointed and saw a crowd not far away.
She rose slowly to her feet and drained her coffee cup in one gulp.
"An'an, let's go," Ji Shunuan said coldly.
The chill emanating from her and the anger in her eyes were almost impossible to conceal.
