847 Who's Miss Tang?

Everyone's bodies suddenly stiffened as horror gradually appeared in their eyes. They slowly turned around and saw Gu Zheng strolling over. His deep eyes were mysterious and emotionless. He swept his indifferent gaze across the crowd without stopping on Tang Ruge at all.

Song Shijing walked up to them. "Do you have any other questions?"

The reporters felt their hearts tremble as if someone was grabbing their throats. They could not say anything.

"Friends, since our president is already here, it means that he's willing to accept your interviews. If you have any questions, you can ask him in person or ask me. Why ask an outsider?"

Song Shijing gave a mocking smile and looked at Tang Ruge. Her expression froze instantly as she lowered her head awkwardly.