Mo Yesi, Why Are You Here?

"I'm sorry, I don't know anything. I really can't answer." Qiao Mianmian was forced back step by step by the reporters. Just as wondering what to do, a hand reached out from behind her and she bumped into a hard embrace.

A familiar scent surrounded her.

She looked up in shock.

The man's handsome features entered her eyes. She widened her eyes and murmured, "Mo Yesi, why are you here…"

Mo Yesi didn't say anything. After embracing her, he looked at the group of reporters coldly.

"If you have any questions, you can ask me." He said coldly, "Make an appointment with my assistant first. I'll choose a time to answer you.

"But before that, if you continue to harass my woman like this, I won't let you have the chance to interview her in the future."

The moment Mo Yesi appeared, the group of reporters pressing Qiao Mianmian a moment ago was shocked by his aura. For a moment, no one dared to step forward.