At the airport.
Ye Xin, who was wearing sunglasses, walked out with her manager, Yang Li, as several assistants carrying her luggage carefully followed them. At this moment, she was emanating an icy aura.
When Yang Li saw the reporters and fans waiting for Ye Xin, he whispered, "Don't put on such a sour expression. Smile sweetly! It's not a big deal that you didn't win. It just means you still have room for improvement."
"I didn't even get nominated! Do you think my fans are fools?" Ye Xin coldly retorted.
Yang Li took a deep breath before he said, "You can say you went there to observe and gain experience, and that it was just a baseless rumor that you were nominated. Tell them you still have a lot to learn. Don't be nervous. You must look cheerful, positive, and magnanimous. You can try to look slightly sad as well so your fans will sympathize with you."
Ye Xin ignored Yang Li and said to one of the assistants at the back, "Find out the person who spread the rumors immediately!"
"Yes!" the assistant hurriedly replied.
Yang Li sighed. It was truly difficult to work with Ye Xin.
After exiting the gate, Ye Xin immediately put on a dazzling smile. She had prepared her speech so she was confident she would be able to present a gentle and humble image to the masses. However, she felt as though she was going to have a mental breakdown when she heard the first few questions from one of the reporters.
"Ms. Ye, do you know President Mu Chen is married? Did you use him for publicity and to get better resources?"
The reporters shoved their microphones in her face.
Ye Xin who had taken a deep breath, preparing herself to give the reporters an eloquent answer, was shocked when she heard these questions. What? Mu Chen is married? What the hell?'
Ye Xin turned around to look at her assistant immediately.
The assistant hurriedly lowered his head and pretended to brush the dust off the luggage in his hands, avoiding her gaze.
At this moment, a reporter showed his mobile phone to Ye Xin.
A very clear picture of a man and a woman walking toward a Rolls-Royce Phantom on the screen of the mobile phone.
Ye Xin recognized Mu Chen immediately. He was as handsome as ever. When she saw him resting his arm affectionately on the woman's shoulders, her eyes widened as she instinctively raised her hand and threw the phone away in rage.
A commotion broke out immediately.
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