"President Mo, have you recently gone to the mental hospital for regular check-ups? Is it true, as the rumors say, that you are not a normal person..."
"President Mo, do you usually use the women's restroom?"
The flash of magnesium lights clicked incessantly...
One sharp question after another came bombarding.
Journalists and cameramen were excitedly capturing the footage...
This was exhilarating. For two consecutive days, there was explosive, once-in-a-lifetime news, and they managed to capture it live. They were earning bonuses left and right!
Mo Beiyan stood like an iceberg, motionless, his handsome face blotched with red and black stains, tomato ketchup smeared on his wine-red hair, his high-end suit wrinkled beyond recognition, the whole person looked...
Still handsome, still devilish, but...
How could this possibly be the image of a president?!
It was more like a fugitive~
