The man cried out in pain: "Darling, who bullied you?"
"You're asking me? Do you even care about me at all?" Tong Fei Fei's face was filled with grievance, tears brimming in her beautiful eyes, looking pitiful.
"Don't cry, don't cry, whoever dares to bully my darling, I'll kill him."
The man cradled Tong Fei Fei's small face, with a particularly heartbroken expression.
"It's all because of this plagiarism incident. I wore clothes designed by that studio, and now I've been taunted and insulted. You have to stand up for me."
Tong Fei Fei twisted in the man's embrace, her voice exceptionally delicate. As soon as her words ended, the man pushed her away.
"You don't need to bother with this."
The man's voice suddenly changed, void of the previous tenderness.
"Why?" Tong Fei Fei was somewhat dumbfounded, not yet accustomed to his abruptly changing demeanor.
"I told you not to worry about it, the company will restore your reputation for you."
