The reporters went crazy as soon as they saw them, trying hard to push forward, but still, no one dared to go too far.
Seeing the crowded yet restrained reporters outside the car, Sophie Wilson put her hand behind her back and secretly tugged at Charles Seymour's sleeve.
He really is intimidating.
Charles Seymour looked down at the white and soft hand playfully tugging at his sleeve. He was puzzled for a moment, then extended his index finger, placing it in Sophie Wilson's hand, replacing his sleeve, and let her hold onto it.
Sophie Wilson felt someone's small gesture, but with reporters outside, she couldn't turn around just yet.
"Everyone, please calm down. I can't hear anything when you all speak at once," Sophie Wilson said with a smile.
Her words indeed quieted the scene down. Sophie Wilson felt that it's really convenient to have such strong support.
Having her Mr. Seymour to back her up really does let her act like a fox borrowing the tiger's fierceness.
