Lost in thought, a white figure emerged from the main entrance. At the same time, reporters from various news agencies, who seemed to have been lying in wait somewhere, swarmed up and surrounded the white figure.
"May I ask Second Young Master Ye, do you have anything to say regarding this murder case?"
"It's said that the victim was your first love, is this true?"
"Mr. Ye, does this murder case have any connection to the new album you're about to release?"
Cameras and microphones, like an array of weaponry, closed in...
Rain scattered in all directions, wetting Ye Shaohua's hair. He was wearing sunglasses and shouting for his bodyguards, but at this moment, all the bodyguards were pushed back. The arrival of these reporters was too eerie, an ambush tactic, surging up suddenly and leaving no room for defense. He was firmly trapped, unable to break free.
Sharp questions were fired at Ye Shaohua like a barrage of bullets, and he was somewhat caught off guard...
