Heh Yiwei let out a long breath, turned his eyes away from the camera, and began to speak.
"Bei Weiming, the reason you're so self-righteous is because you know I have no evidence. I'm afraid of facing the camera, afraid of being interviewed, and I've never truly exposed my identity and photos in front of the public. It's precisely because of this that you've taken such advantage. But what I want to say is, even if you've stolen everything from me—money, honor, fame, and the future of Ke Weixi—I don't care anymore. Because, no matter how much you steal, you can't steal what's in my mind! Fake can never become real!"
After Heh Yiwei finished speaking angrily, he covered the camera with his hand.
Actually, if it weren't for Gu Xiaoer, he wouldn't have had the courage to say these words in front of so many media.
"Wow—" A spontaneous round of applause erupted in the conference room.
Unknowingly, everyone had shifted in favor of Heh Yiwei.
