Some pretended to visit relatives, some suddenly feigned illness, and others tried to bribe the security to let them through, and so forth.
Fortunately, the security had a firm mindset and did not abandon their duties for a bit of small profit.
"President Rong is coming out."
Someone among the reporters suddenly shouted.
All the reporters looked ahead, and the previously noisy environment instantly fell silent.
Rong Mochen was still wearing the down jacket he had worn when he went out last night. The down jacket was open, revealing a simple, casual light-colored turtleneck sweater and leisure trousers inside. His figure was comparable to a supermodel's, yet he exuded an incomparably cold aura. His cold, captivating face was calm, dark, and unfathomable eyes were like a deep ancient well, holding mysteries and dangers.
