Gong Chen raised his head and looked at Alana with scarlet eyes.
The big palm was clasped tightly, and the newspaper made a fragile sound overwhelmed.
“Song Garden, now you have made it like a haunted house! Do you know how many pairs of eyes are waiting outside to see you and Chen Xi’s joke?”
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Alana looked at the reporter downstairs coldly.
Those people are just like blood-sucking worms, waiting for Gong Chen to appear, compiling news and creating a bigger storm!
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