He had been forced to lose his composure by Luo's desperate situation, and he could not just watch his years of hard work go down the drain.
Luo Xichen exerted force on his hand and slowly put down Luo Mingxuan's hand, then pushed him to Su Jiuge's side and said, "Mom, look at Dad."
Then, he stepped forward, pulled up the reporter who fell to the ground with a bruised nose and face, and said: "I apologize to you on behalf of my father. SRTWR will be solely responsible for your husband's medical expenses and mental damage expenses."
The reporter was dissatisfied. He bared his teeth and shouted in pain, while roaring: "You think being rich is a big deal. I don't lack that little money. I can afford the medical expenses. You beat me to a concussion. I want to
Go to court and sue you!”
When an incident broke out, the reporters around them also became angry and pointed at Luo Mingxuan's family.
The beaten reporter was lifted up by his colleagues. He covered his temples and staggered. He looked at Luo Mingxuan fiercely, then glared at Luo Xichen angrily, saying: "You are neither an old man nor a son."
Good thing, I play with my stepdaughter, and my son plays with his sister, what a dirty family!"
Luo Xichen's icy eyes narrowed, looking coldly at the world from the corner of his eyes. His eyes fell on the nameplate hanging on the reporter's chest, "World Weekly, Deputy Editor, Wei Zhen."
A sneer curled up at the corner of his lips, and he secretly made a note of it.
"This gentleman was severely injured and is a little unconscious. I will send someone to take you to the hospital." Luo Xichen waved his hand and summoned two men in black.
These men in black who secretly protected him were the secret guards sent by Sirius from Italy after the last kidnapping incident. Under normal circumstances, they would not take the initiative to appear in public view.
Two men in black pushed through the crowd, one on the left and the other on the right, and lifted up the injured reporter.
Strangely enough, since the two men touched the injured reporter's body, his face suddenly changed, and his anger turned into fear. No one saw that a gun was secretly pressed against his side.
"Mr. Wei, do you still want to sue my father?" Luo Xichen tilted his head slightly, looked at him leisurely, grinned, and showed his white teeth.
Wei Zhen quickly shook his head and waved his hands, and hurriedly denied: "No, no need, I was too impulsive just now."
He lowered his head and looked at the waist on the right side, where he was close to one of the men in black. Wei Zhen didn't know how the man in black did it, how could he hide the gun so well?
"Haha, I also think it was just a misunderstanding." A meaningful smile appeared on Luo Xichen's face, scanning the faces of reporters who were following the crowd one by one, "This is the airport, let's not hinder others here, everyone.
Let’s go to SRTWR together. I have prepared the press conference venue. Anyone who wants to know the truth about ‘stepfather’s prostitution | female sect’ can come over.”
With that said, Luo Xichen helped him salute, walked towards the parking lot, and stuffed Su Wanqing, Luo Mingxuan, and Su Jiuge into his Bugatti Veyron.
The reporters immediately swarmed around, got into their cars and followed the Bugatti Veyron, heading all the way to the SRTWR headquarters building.
In the car, Su Wanqing naturally sat in the passenger seat next to Luo Xichen, and Luo Xichen did not shy away from her parents because they were sitting in the back seat. Instead, he kissed her on the side of her face very affectionately.
The next kiss.
"I was scared to death just now." Su Wanqing was still frightened and looked worried, "I wonder what else will happen at the press conference later?" He had been forced to lose his cool by Luo's desperate situation. He could not
Watching years of hard work go down the drain.
Luo Xichen exerted force on his hand and slowly put down Luo Mingxuan's hand, then pushed him to Su Jiuge's side and said, "Mom, look at Dad."
Then, he stepped forward, pulled up the reporter who fell to the ground with a bruised nose and face, and said: "I apologize to you on behalf of my father. SRTWR will be solely responsible for your husband's medical expenses and mental damage expenses."
The reporter was dissatisfied. He bared his teeth and shouted in pain, while roaring: "You think being rich is a big deal. I don't lack that little money. I can afford the medical expenses. You beat me to a concussion. I want to
Go to court and sue you!”
When an incident broke out, the reporters around them also became angry and pointed at Luo Mingxuan's family.
The beaten reporter was lifted up by his colleagues. He covered his temples and staggered. He looked at Luo Mingxuan fiercely, then glared at Luo Xichen angrily, saying: "You are neither an old man nor a son."
Good thing, I play with my stepdaughter, and my son plays with his sister, what a dirty family!"
Luo Xichen's icy eyes narrowed, looking coldly at the world from the corner of his eyes. His eyes fell on the nameplate hanging on the reporter's chest, "World Weekly, Deputy Editor, Wei Zhen."
A sneer curled up at the corner of his lips, and he secretly made a note of it.
"This gentleman was severely injured and is a little unconscious. I will send someone to take you to the hospital." Luo Xichen waved his hand and summoned two men in black.
These men in black who secretly protected him were the secret guards sent by Sirius from Italy after the last kidnapping incident. Under normal circumstances, they would not take the initiative to appear in public view.
Two men in black pushed through the crowd, one on the left and the other on the right, and lifted up the injured reporter.
Strangely enough, since the two men touched the injured reporter's body, his face suddenly changed, and his anger turned into fear. No one saw that a gun was secretly pressed against his side.
"Mr. Wei, do you still want to sue my father?" Luo Xichen tilted his head slightly, looked at him leisurely, grinned, and showed his white teeth.
Wei Zhen quickly shook his head and waved his hands, and hurriedly denied: "No, no need, I was too impulsive just now."
He lowered his head and looked at the waist on the right side, where he was close to one of the men in black. Wei Zhen didn't know how the man in black did it, how could he hide the gun so well?
"Haha, I also think it was just a misunderstanding." A meaningful smile appeared on Luo Xichen's face, scanning the faces of reporters who were following the crowd one by one, "This is the airport, let's not hinder others here, everyone.
Let’s go to SRTWR together. I have prepared the press conference venue. Anyone who wants to know the truth about ‘stepfather’s prostitution | female sect’ can come over.”
With that said, Luo Xichen helped him salute, walked towards the parking lot, and stuffed Su Wanqing, Luo Mingxuan, and Su Jiuge into his Bugatti Veyron.
The reporters immediately swarmed around, got into their cars and followed the Bugatti Veyron, heading all the way to the SRTWR headquarters building.
In the car, Su Wanqing naturally sat in the passenger seat next to Luo Xichen, and Luo Xichen did not shy away from her parents because they were sitting in the back seat. Instead, he kissed her on the side of her face very affectionately.
The next kiss.
"I was scared to death just now." Su Wanqing was still frightened and looked worried, "I wonder what else will happen at the press conference later?"