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However, Li Yun did not think much of it. "Shen Xichuan, in your new emperor's outfit. Do you understand? You're rich now. Even if there's a pile of sh*t standing next to you, no one will despise you!"
"Li Yun, you're very self-aware. Yes, you're that pile of sh*t!" Shen Xichuan said in a low voice.
Li Yun was not angry at all. Her skin was thick to the extreme. As long as she could be rich and famous, so what if she was called a piece of sh*t?
"Holy sh*t, Shen Xichuan, there are foreign reporters who want to interview you! Can your lousy foreign language skills do it?" Seeing a blonde female reporter come forward to interview him, Li Yun hurriedly uttered in a low voice. She did not believe that Shen Xichuan was a graduate of MIT!
Shen Xichuan, on the other hand, had a smug look on his face.
He used all his strength to push Li Yun's arm away, took a big step forward, and walked in front of the reporter with a courteous manner.