The grand press conference venue.
The reporters' eyes were all fixed on Qiao Xiguan, watching her breakdown in tears, continuously falling, though holding her head low, it was easy to see the extreme pain she was enduring.
What has happened that caused this woman, known for being fearless and never shedding a tear no matter the circumstances, always proud and domineering, to cry uncontrollably?
The entire venue suddenly fell silent, as if everyone was waiting quietly, no one taking the initiative to speak.
Time passed, one second, two seconds, three seconds.
Qin Yiyang suddenly stood up, taking Qiao Xiguan, saying, "Let's leave first."
Qiao Xiguan slightly raised her hand, "No."
"Qiao Xiguan, you're not suited to face the reporters right now."
"No." Qiao Xiguan spoke word by word, lifting her head to look at him.
Her red-rimmed eyes were still filled with tears.
Qin Yiyang looked at her, his heart inexplicably pained at that moment.
