Mo Chuxi let out a low roar, a frigid fury appearing on his handsome face.
The surrounding instantly fell silent, leaving only the sound of anxious breathing and heartbeats.
"What a joke!"
He parted his lips, his sharp icy eyes shooting toward the journalists who doubted him.
"Even if I, Mo Chuxi, really need to give an explanation today, it's not to you. Who do you think you are, holding a journalist's pass and thinking you can pry into my family affairs?"
He asked coldly, stepping toward the reporter who had last spoken at length.
With each step he took, the reporter backed away in panic.
"Mo, Young Master Mo, do you intend to hit me too?"
"Hit you? You think too highly of yourself!"
Mo Chuxi sneered, his gaze suddenly turning vicious.
"Apologize to my wife!"
"What? Apologize? Why should I..."
