Xiao Yiran spoke as if he was ready to storm in, but the journalists didn't dare to take a single step.
"Aren't you journalists supposed to seek the truth? Why are you scared stiff now?"
He shouted in anger and humiliation as he moved toward the room.
But just as he took a step, Mo Chuxi forcefully grabbed his collar and pulled him back.
"Mo Chuxi, what the hell…"
"Xiao Yiran, are you freakin' brain-dead?"
Mo Chuxi spoke coldly, his demeanor tough and unyielding, exuding an even stronger aura of dominance.
"If you dare step a foot into this room, I'll cripple your legs right now."
"Mo Chuxi, you're threatening me!"
"Threatening you, you idiot? You think I have nothing better to do?"
Mo Chuxi sneered, casually tossing him aside with intimidating force!
The journalists hurriedly backed away, and Xiao Yiran fell to the ground, as pathetic as could be!
"Mo Chuxi, how dare you push me!"
