The bespectacled journalist was stunned for a moment before he spoke up, his neck stiffening as he said, "Why should I show it? I have the right to interview!"
Shen Mu didn't bother arguing with him and simply said coldly, "Your press pass, show it to me."
The journalist was intimidated by Shen Mu's aura and reluctantly reached into his pocket to search for it. He fumbled around for a while but couldn't find it.
Shen Mu said in a cold voice, "Didn't bring it? Or did you never have one to begin with?"
"I have it!" the journalist shouted. "How could I not have it? I clearly brought it with me!"
"Then show it to me," Shen Mu said.
The journalist frantically searched for it but couldn't find it no matter how hard he tried.
Shen Mu's eyes turned icy as he said, "It's okay, you can't find it, I'll help you."
He moved the mouse and the journalist's information appeared on the screen.
