The young reporter's heartache was unspeakable. The camera she had just gotten was assigned to her by the editor-in-chief to cover today's event. If she couldn't bring it back, she would be fired, and now she was expected to pay for the broken camera, too.
Zheng Haoyu's eyes were like millennium-old ice; anyone who met his gaze felt a chill to the core. His chiseled face seemed encased in frost, radiating a coldness that kept people at a distance. "I have already instructed my secretaries to call all the newspapers. Today, I will answer every question you have," he said.