Experience... different pleasures...
The reporters, who were initially curious and excited, seemed to be struck by lightning when they heard Gu Xiaoer's words, all frozen in petrification.
She clearly felt the man beside her, his arm suddenly tightening, deeply clasping her arm in his elbow, releasing an aura of shock all over.
Han Luoli mechanically turned his head, his gaze burning into the girl's delicate yet pale, cunning face.
Xiao Er...
The man was incredulous, lips parting and closing, moving without a sound.
"You must be joking..."
More than a dozen onlooking reporters froze in place with their pens and papers, faces incredibly awkward.
They looked up, staring intently at the girl who suddenly appeared on stage, witnessing her speaking so naturally and shyly, so lightly.
This is no joke!
The sudden twist in the plot left the reporters feeling as if every inch of their skin was being ruthlessly mocked and whipped.
Yes, Gu Xiaoer came to slap faces.
