Amidst the crowd, a deep, magnetic male voice suddenly echoed.
Just three simple words, yet they carried a force that shattered through the ears of everyone present.
All those nearby turned instinctively towards the sound, immediately catching sight of the strikingly refined figure that emerged from the throng.
Mo Chuxi strode forward with long, confident steps, his imposing presence akin to a ruler, as he walked up to Yan Xinxin's side.
She hadn't anticipated his sudden appearance, but in that moment, Yan Xinxin felt as though a protective umbrella had opened above her, shielding her from all the storm of malicious intent around.
Mo Chuxi's commanding aura, ever-present like a shadow, made the probing media reporters quietly set down their tools without so much as a glance from him.
Mu Qianshui's breath hitched as her gaze clashed with Mo Chuxi's sharp, blade-like eyes, forcing her to hurriedly shift her vision elsewhere in guilty panic.
Mo Chuxi looked at her coldly.
