She didn't know if the call had been made to Jing Hao, whether the result would be different, but now, none of that mattered.
Perhaps she just wanted a reason to feel utterly despaired over him.
This way, they could finally be completely done with each other.
His earlier text message flashed through her mind again.
'Her life or death is none of my concern. You can kill or torture her, as you please.'
Qiao Mo let out a soft laugh. Laughing and laughing, a tear quietly overflowed from the corner of her eye and fell down.
...
The reporters seemed not to expect the press conference would end so quickly. One by one, they looked at each other, and after realizing it, they stood up again to bombard with questions, and some even chased after him down the hallway.
However, all of these people were stopped by security, unable to ask him any more questions.
