I Must Have A Knife In My Hand

On the other side, at the Lin family villa.

"Madam, your expression should be more sincere. Otherwise, how can others believe that you came out voluntarily to expose yourself?" The reporter looked at Lin Xueyi in the camera and was speechless.

Lin Xueyi was at a loss as she revealed a smile that she thought was natural.

"Do you really want to help Mr. Qin? We're not taking photos in a photo studio. Just relax a little."

Qin Huaijing stood at the side, his face flushed red with anger. Thinking of the omnipotent Ye Weiyin and looking at the useless Lin Xueyi, Qin Huaijing felt that he was really blind back then.

"Xueyi... If we don't do well today, our family will be broken up."

Although Qin Huaijing spoke softly, every word was threatening.

Lin Xueyi's throat was burning and her eyes were red. Finally, she took a deep breath and adjusted her state. She asked, "Is it okay this time?"