Facing the paparazzi's furious rage, her face didn't look any better as she smoked a German-imported ladies' cigarette, her voice icy cold: "What's there to panic about? Haven't we only released blurred photos so far?"
"So what? Now Jiang Ruan and Bao Ye's people don't buy it at all. They clearly intend to go down fighting, they don't care whether we have their photos or not."
"They may not buy it, but someone will." Su Wan extinguished her cigarette, smiling enigmatically: "Don't worry, Bao Ye's heartless. There's no way he'd let Jiang Ruan become the matriarch of the Bo family."
The paparazzo was stunned for a moment: "Miss Su, what do you mean?"
"Just wait and see, someone is more anxious than we are."
...
As expected, at the Bo family's old mansion simultaneously.
Xu Yun had just finished throwing a major fit, breaking her favorite porcelain plate over the trending topic.
