Miss Xue?
Mu Anran looked at the woman's profile and suddenly remembered:
Isn't this woman the big star Xue Murong?
What is she doing here?
However, only Mu Anran, who was close enough, could see that Xue Murong's pretty face had turned ashen, and her fists were clenched tightly at her sides.
She quietly removed her dark sunglasses and revealed a stunningly beautiful face, "If you have any questions, you can raise them at the press conference in three days. Now is my personal time, please excuse me, thank you."
How could those journalists who had finally cornered her let her go so easily?
"Miss Xue, why won't you answer our questions directly?"
"Is it because we're right, so you've got nothing to say?"
"As the new National Goddess, but being a mistress, isn't that very damaging to your career? Miss Xue, don't you care? Or are you saying you have powerful backers, so you're not afraid?"
Such blatant humiliation was too much even for Mu Anran to watch.