"You want to know why?"
The reporter slightly froze at the smile on her face and nodded subconsciously.
"If you want to know, follow me to a place."
Su Xinyan, supporting Wen Peipei, intended to go upstairs when she glanced at Chu Ling surrounded by journalists, a hint of disdain and ridicule flashing in her eyes.
At this moment, a reporter suddenly shouted from the crowd:
"Weibo, everyone, check Qianran International's official Weibo account."
"What happened?"
"Stop asking, just check Weibo."
Seeing the reporter's ever-changing expressions, everyone could not care less and hastily pulled out their phones to log into Weibo.
Two seconds later.
All had faces of shock, looking at each other, yet none spoke a word.
Su Xinyan and Wen Peipei paused in their steps, exchanged a look, then, frowning, turned their gaze to the crowd, their eyes full of confusion and questions.