What If I Love You? (7)

Army boots trod heavily toward them. An Xiaxia and Zhou Shiqiao were pulled to their feet immediately, then someone recognized them. "Aren't you two reporters?"

"Um, yes…" Zhou Shiqiao nodded.

That man snatched his phone away and asked in a roguish manner, "You didn't film anything, did you?"

"No, of course not."

"Then what's this?" That person waved the phone around.

Slap —

Zhou Shiqiao felt like he had just slapped his own face.

In the end, soldiers were soldiers. That man looked intimidating, but he wasn't a bad guy. "I'm going to delete this. If you have another copy, we'd prefer that you don't post it anywhere. The terrorist group arranged this suicide attack just to cause panic and confuse the public. There will be serious repercussions if you leak this footage."

His intercom device then buzzed. He gave the phone back to Zhou Shiqiao, then promptly left.