The press conference lasted for a full hour.
During this hour, Zhuo Yue felt as if he were being watched, manipulated into saying everything he didn't want to say.
As soon as the conference ended, he hurriedly left.
Ye Ningyue followed him, catching up with him in the deserted corridor where Zhuo Yue stopped his steps, and Ye Ningyue stopped as well.
After a moment, the man slowly turned around, his deep and cold gaze locked intensely on Ye Ningyue.
Ye Ningyue, seeing his cold and harsh expression, swallowed hard and asked with difficulty, "Do you hate me?"
Hearing her words, he pressed his thin lips tightly, ridiculing her cruelly, "What right do I have to hate you? I hate my own cowardice, I hate that in this life, I can only live under my grandmother's control."
He hated himself even more for not having the courage to confess to his grandmother, for not having the time to communicate with Ye Lantian's parents.
