The coquettish smile on the female journalist's face suddenly froze.
Not only that, but the surrounding journalists couldn't help but burst into laughter.
This was simply too embarrassing.
However, Louis Lawrence, who caused the beauty to lose face, didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed. Instead, he leisurely and elegantly tidied his cuffs.
The warmth that was in his eyes moments ago had long disappeared, replaced by a sneering mockery that felt humiliating.
"You..." The female journalist was so angry her eyes turned red.
How could she not see that Louis Lawrence was deliberately playing her?
Being laughed at by a group of colleagues, the female journalist couldn't maintain her composure anymore and cared even less about who was in front of her.
"Louis Lawrence, you're making a fool out of an entertainment reporter. I'll write an article exposing your true colors when I get back."
Upon hearing this, Louis blinked and then raised his hand to touch his face.
