"Miss Tang didn't come, Boss."
Mo Yuzhen's smile vanished, and he blinked in disbelief. "Explain."
His assistant swallowed and stepped forward, holding out an iPad with both hands, as if offering something dangerous. "You should see this."
Mo Yuzhen took the device from him, his fingers tightening around the edges as he glanced at the screen. His eyes narrowed at the public apology and explanation issued by the paparazzi.
He saw that the real pictures had been exposed as fake, and even the evidence proved them to be fake.
At the bottom was the production team's official statement and the sudden release of Tang Xiyu's audition clip, now being praised by thousands.
It was a clean apology. A sudden withdrawal. The storm he had carefully arranged had vanished before it could even begin.
His jaw tightened. The entire internet had turned in her favor. All the pressure he had carefully allowed to build had vanished.
Who dared?
