"You're asking me, right?" Lu Xingzhi's smile didn't reach her eyes as she tugged at the corners of her lips. "But I have no obligation to answer you."
Her silence didn't mean she was actually easy to push around.
"Miss Lu Xingzhi, your refusal to answer, does that mean you're feeling guilty?"
"Little Zhi Liao, we heard Bertrand passed away, is it true you inherited several billion?"
"Little Zhi Liao, everyone online is saying you and Mr. Bernard had an improper relationship, is that true?"
The reporters threw out questions one after another. If they were going to lose their jobs tomorrow anyway, then they didn't need to show any consideration anymore.
They were just smashing the broken pot all the way to the ground.
It wasn't until the last question that Lu Xingzhi finally reacted.
