Press Conference.
The PR team had briefed Mrs. President in the backstage. An Junxi knew what to avoid and what to answer. She took a deep breath, still feeling nervous, and turned to look at Gu Yikun.
Gu Yikun sat beside her, his eyes wandering aimlessly, exuding an aura of indifference.
An Junxi wanted to tell him how scared she was, but his attitude made her swallow her words.
Shouldn't her husband be the person she relies on the most? Why was he pushing her away at this moment?
When everything in front of the stage was ready, the PR assistant came in and said, "President, Mrs. President, we can start now."
An Junxi reached out to Gu Yikun, but he stood up first and walked out.
Her hand fell into the air. She bowed her head to hide her disappointment, lifted her skirt slightly, and followed him.
Gu Yikun stopped at the exit. An Junxi stood behind him, planning to follow him after he went out. Gu Yikun suddenly turned around, took her hand, and let her hold his arm.
