She had long roamed this circle with high-handed dominance, relying on her solid background, fearless of any media. It was just that her temper was too unchecked which was why she had as many true fans as she had haters.
As the saying goes, where lice abound, one does not itch. She truly didn't mind adding a few more to her head.
However, before she could retort, a hand suddenly landed on her shoulder.
Nan Jiaojiao came out from behind her, pressed down on her shoulder with a light tap, then stepped in front of that journalist.
If she remembered correctly, this person was the ringleader, the one who asked the most cutting questions.
"What, what do you want to do?"
The reporter panicked and even tried to use a colleague as a human shield.
However, Nan Jiaojiao simply pulled out her phone, "Leave your number."
"What?"
"You have my number. Call me before it gets dark and tell me who sent you here and how much money you received."
