The relentless questioning was giving her a headache. Qiao Mo's face was already pale, and under the siege and questioning of so many people, she felt almost suffocated.
Yet she happened to be injured, moving slowly, so much so that she hadn't managed to take many steps.
"Xiao Mo, how are you?" Seeing her pale face, Xie Qinghuan asked worriedly.
Qiao Mo gently shook her head, indicating that she was fine.
Xie Qinghuan and Jing Hao exchanged a glance, both nodding.
Then, Xie Qinghuan said to the reporters, "Qiao Yun is the real homewrecker, the one who is so-called a substitute!"
As soon as Xie Qinghuan spoke, many media outlets frantically turned their cameras toward her, continuing to throw questions one after another.
Seeing that she had drawn away more than half of the attention, Jing Hao took off his coat and draped it over Qiao Mo, picking her up in his arms.
"Hold on tight to me," he said in a low voice.
