Haiyue stared blankly at the beeping microphone, wondering whether she should listen to Xia Dongye and call Sikong Jingqiu.
Call Sikong Jingqiu? In this situation where they just had a falling out?
Haiyue held the microphone and sat there, as if a huge stone was pressing on her chest. The heavy feeling made her almost breathless.[
Do you want to call Sikong Jingqiu?
Haiyue bit her lip and hesitated.
But...what should I say? Ask him what he thinks about this incident? Or? Ask him if he is the mastermind of this incident?
Haiyue's expression was blank.
She didn't know what she wanted next, or in other words, she didn't know what she could do next.
Facing the bombardment from so many media, Haiyue found that she had no ability to resist, let alone any capital to resist.
Slowly putting the phone back, Haiyue looked at the phone in a daze.
Somehow, my mind suddenly recalled the quarrel between me and Sikong Jingqiu at Sikong Manor that morning, as well as the cruel words I had written.
Haiyue suddenly felt how naive her thoughts were!
She actually wanted to declare war on Sikong Jingqiu through the media outside...
What's the result?
As a result, before she could do anything, the media had already taken the lead in launching a terrible attack on the couple. And this attack might ruin their reputation and lead them into an abyss of eternal destruction...
Haiyue looked at the scenes that were constantly replayed on the TV screen and felt so regretful that she wanted to just die!
She slowly lowered her head and buried her face deeply in her hands.
Hot tears rolled out of her eyes, soaked her cold cheeks, slipped between her fingers, and fell on the table and the floor drop by drop...