"Miss Gu, why did you become Li Juefeng's mistress? Is it because you couldn't catch Mr. Chu that you switched sides to President E.S?"
"Are you brothers and sisters?"
"Li Juefeng is now detained and under investigation by the central government. May I ask Miss Gu what do you want to say?!"
…
Numerous questions came overwhelmingly, Gu Xiaoai's head was like a mess, and her ears were bombarded by various sounds.
Feeling of powerlessness.
Gu Xiaoai lowered her head like a prisoner being interrogated, unable to find a word to say.
A figure stood in front of her. Gu Xiaoai looked at Chu Shixiu. Chu Shixiu stood in front of her, still holding the urn in his hand, and said to the media, "Please respect others, this is a funeral."
Gu Xiaoai looked at Chu Shixiu's back and saw Zhu Zhiyi and her uncle also blocking her way, feeling indescribably grateful.
But the situation got out of control, and reporters kept coming.
Gu Xiaoai was forced to sway from side to side, breathless in the crowd, her head became increasingly dizzy, and her ears were filled with noise, which she couldn't bear.
"Go away - go away -"
"Go away - go away -"
Several powerful voices came, and the crowd suddenly stopped commotion.
Gu Xiaoai raised her eyes and saw many people in black clothes and sunglasses rushing forward, quickly evacuating the reporters and making way for them.
Not far away, on the large field outside the funeral home, dozens of stretched Lincolns were driven in one after another. The cars were all covered with white curtains. A group of men and OLs in straight suits got out of the cars, all dressed in black.
, with a white ribbon tied around her wrist.
…
The scene suddenly became quiet, and people began to speculate whether a big shot had died.
"It's someone from within the E.S head office." Wang Zhao stood next to Gu Xiaoai and said.
Gu Xiaoai was stunned, "Did you ask them to come here?"
She doesn't need this kind of pomp...
"No, I didn't. E.S. has become a mess these days, and I can't even call them." Wang Zhao said in confusion. If he wanted to ask who could call this group of people, Wang Zhao suddenly screamed,
"Could it be——"
Before he finished speaking, a black car drove into the venue again. All the people in E.S Company lined up in several rows and bent down in a respectful manner.
The car door was opened by the driver, and a slender leg first stepped into everyone's sight, with a black leather shoe stepping on the ground.