You must have a way

Gong Chen raised his head and looked at Lin Hanxing with bloodshot eyes.

The big palm clenched tightly, and the newspaper could not bear the weight and made a fragile sound.

"You've turned such a big Song Garden into a haunted house! Do you know how many pairs of eyes are waiting to see you and Chenxi make a fool of themselves?"

Through the French window, Lin Hanxing looked coldly at the reporters downstairs.

Those people were like blood-sucking bugs, waiting for Gong Chen's appearance to compile news and set off a bigger storm!

"I want to activate media intervention immediately!"

Gong Chen's voice was hoarse as he desperately searched for his phone, which he had left somewhere early in the morning!

Lin Hanxing sneered.

"It's too late!"