“We know it’s getting late, but Lu Wanzheng, you haven’t answered any of our questions. Is what’s being said online true? Are you deliberately causing trouble for Wang Xiyou to ride on her coattails?”
The reporters persisted, insisting that Lu Wanzheng answer their questions directly.
Lu Wanzheng stopped and tilted her head.
"Lu Wanzheng, it doesn't seem right for us to remain silent and keep this up." A reporter raised his microphone and shoved it in Lu Wanzheng's face.
If it were anything else, Lu Wanzheng could have ignored it, but now that someone was talking back to her like this, her temper started to flare up.
She looked coldly at the reporters in front of her and said, "Since you all seem so tough, why don't you introduce yourselves first so I can get to know you?"
Her voice was cold, like the snow on a mountain thousands of meters high, chilling to the bone.
The reporters in the front row were particularly affected; they froze, unsure of what to do for a moment.
The scene became quiet and awkward for a moment.
"Lu Wanzheng, what are you so smug about? We know you're rich, but can you bring down so many media outlets like ours in one fell swoop? Do you think it's so hard for us to reveal our identities and admit that we have a sugar daddy backer?"
A sharp voice broke the awkward silence; her voice was stern and accusatory towards Lu Wanzheng.
Influenced by her words, the others angrily said, "That's right, that's right. As a public figure, what's wrong with answering our reporters' questions?"
Does she really think that just because she's acted in a few dramas, she's a national goddess?
"Wishful thinking."
Hearing these words, Lu Wanzheng found it amusing.
"Tch—" Lu Wanzheng chuckled in the quiet room.
This is blatant moral blackmail.
"So what if you're a public figure? Does that mean you're not human? Don't you have any privacy? Don't you all think that the way you're being so aggressive and blocking me from leaving makes you want to be a stalker?"
Is this your level of professional ethics? Then I have to question your company culture; the atmosphere of your industry has been polluted by people like you.
Since the other party was being so aggressive, she naturally wouldn't give them a friendly look. She glanced back at Yao Zijun, and seeing that she nodded at her, Lu Wanzheng turned her head back.
Looks like the studio is going to be very busy today.
"Since you're getting paid by your fans, why can't you answer a few questions to give back to them?" a reporter shouted into the microphone.
She believed that what she said was correct and spoke with confidence.
Lu Wanzheng was dressed in a formal gown, which should have been the time when she was most mindful of her demeanor. However, at this moment, she crossed her arms, hugged her chest, and dressed in black. Her expression was sinister, making her look just like a mafia boss.
"Putting aside whether the money was given to me by my fans, would my fans even ask such a question? You're using such a high-sounding banner of caring for my fans, but are you really asking this for my fans' sake?"
It's just to satisfy your own selfish desires, isn't it? Your behavior has truly opened my eyes; I almost wanted to applaud you.
"Clap clap clap—" Lu Wanzheng finished speaking and clapped for them.
Given her current attire and her emotionless clapping, anyone would assume she was in a bad mood and on the verge of exploding in anger.
"No matter what, since things have gotten so big today, shouldn't you explain something? Let's just pick one thing to explain. How about explaining why the Time Shop's advertisement went from Wang Xiyou's hands to yours? You can explain that."
Lu Wanzheng rolled her eyes at the reporter who spoke, completely disregarding her image. Just as she was about to refute the question, a clear male voice interrupted the conversation.
"What's there to explain!"
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