"In my opinion, they're just feeling guilty. What right do you have to be angry? We're just telling the truth!"
"Or is it that what we said hit a nerve, and you're feeling guilty? With your kind of character, how can you be a celebrity? What qualifications do you have? Get out of the entertainment industry!" The reporters were clearly afraid of Mo Xiaoqing, but they still had to grit their teeth and open their eyes wide to demand justice from her.
I don't know who started saying that.
"Get out of the entertainment industry!"
"Get out of the entertainment industry!"
For a moment, those words echoed repeatedly at the entrance of the film set. What started as just a few voices grew increasingly noisy as he led the crowd.
Nearly 20 reporters kept repeating these words, and their gazes toward Mu Liangliang grew increasingly hostile.
Mu Liangliang hadn't uttered a single word from beginning to end. Even now, surrounded by bodyguards and treated like a star, she merely stared at them indifferently, her cold and ruthless gaze as if she were looking at a clown...
Mo Xiaoqing glanced at the bodyguards around her who were just for show, and finally turned her gaze to Mu Liangliang's face. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and her chin was slightly lifted. Her arrogant eyes seemed to have grown two horns on her forehead, just like the two horns of the Bull Demon King.
That haughty look seemed to be silently telling Mu Liangliang that as long as she was here, no one could bully her!
Mu Liangliang smiled sweetly at her, but the corners of her upturned lips were covered by her black mask.
At the same time, she clearly heard a warm voice in her heart, realizing that there were people willing to protect her!
Mo Xiaoqing winked at her in a cute and adorable way, then slowly turned her head, her gaze calmly sweeping over the few male reporters who had been somewhat restless just moments before.
The male reporters unconsciously took a few steps back, as if their necks had been gripped by an invisible hand. By the time they realized it, they were already backed away; it had become a subconscious act. They felt a surge of anger, but—
He met Mo Xiaoqing's indifferent gaze.
They unconsciously lost their breath, like those balloons, listless and unable to stand up again...
Her eyes were filled with frost as she said firmly, "I only know that journalists are righteous messengers who spread the truth, but what did you do before? You were forcing someone to admit it. That kind of attitude was forcing someone to confess."
"Since when have journalists become a mob, only knowing how to pressure an innocent girl like this?"
Mo Xiaoqing's face was no longer filled with a sweet smile; instead, her eyes held a menacing air. With just a glance, the reporters shrank back somewhat uncomfortably.
It wasn't that they felt guilty, but rather that Mo Xiaoqing's aura was simply too overwhelming. As she stood there, she seemed to be surrounded by golden light, making it impossible for anyone to open their eyes.
Although they really wanted to go up and ask Mu Liangliang again, she just stood there in front of Mu Liangliang, seemingly telling them silently that she was Mu Liangliang's protector, and if they wanted to continue to interrogate Mu Liangliang, they would have to get past her first.
But even under such pressure from her, there were still one or two fools who were not afraid of death!
"Are you really sure she's innocent? Although the entertainment industry is complicated these days, there's no smoke without fire. If she really didn't do it, why is this situation happening now?"
"Aren't there plenty of truths and lies in this industry? If you want to keep causing trouble here, I don't mind calling my lawyer right now to sue you for defamation!"
The reporters were momentarily unsure about Mo Xiaoqing's background, given that her imposing presence was comparable to that of the Crown Prince of the capital. Especially considering her confidence in making such a statement, it was clear that this seemingly delicate girl had quite a background!
And that sharp kick she just delivered—clearly she'd practiced. Realizing this, Mo Xiaoqing's sharp gaze swept over them again—
"If you're going to keep arguing here, that person over there is a cautionary tale for you. I don't want to intimidate you, but if you're so blind, I don't mind stretching my muscles!"
As she said this, she also cracked her knuckles, the front half of her fingers, with their distinct bones, slightly bent, producing a series of cracking sounds...
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