Fan Shaoming walked over to Su Xiaoyue and saw her face full of sorrow, her eyes red and still moist with tears, and gave her a pained glance. Su Xiaoyue blinked at him, meaning to tell him that she was doing it on purpose, pretending to be weak.
There were media all around, and the media's pen is powerful; the articles they write are aimed at the public, and the public is inclined to sympathize with the underdog. She wanted to stir up doubt about Bai Zhenhong through their sympathy, to make today's event tomorrow's front-page headline, to blast over the skies of A City, and ideally to provoke some informant who was lurking in some unknown corner, someone that she and Bai Zhenhong didn't even know about, to come forward with a scoop.
Even though he recognized the meaning in her eyes, Fan Shaoming still glared at her again, reproaching her for coming alone. Whether she did it on purpose or not, seeing her tears made him feel heartache.
