Chapter 390_1

Though it was self-defense, it was still essential to maintain my public image in front of all these people.

All they heard was the female journalist's mournful scream before she had no choice but to let go of her hand. The corner of the skirt was all crumpled, such an expensive dress was ruined just like that.

Qiao Xiaren, looking slightly disgusted, stroked the tugged part of her skirt, deciding to discard it once at home.

Weini stood in front of Qiao Xiaren, maintaining a distance as if avoiding the plague. Such a mad woman, when out of control, recklessly disregards everything!