Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The night was dark.
He was standing under a street lamp, and the light rays reflected on his tall figure as if forming a faint halo around him.
He seemed to glow in the crowd.
Qiao Mianmian saw that he was holding a red electric heater.
Mo Yesi wasn’t afraid of the cold.
He had prepared it for her.
Qiao Mianmian couldn’t help but smile when she saw the hand warmer. Her heart felt as sweet as honey.
She walked towards Mo Yesi.
As if sensing something, the man who was looking elsewhere suddenly turned around and locked his dark eyes on her. His originally cold and distant gaze instantly turned gentle and pampering.
Before Qiao Mianmian reached Mo Yesi, he quickly walked towards her.
His legs were long, and his steps were long. He soon arrived in front of her.
The hand warmer he was holding was stuffed into Qiao Mianmian’s hand.
Following that, Qiao Mianmian was enveloped in a warm and safe embrace.
“Are you cold?” A low and gentle voice came from above.
Qiao Mianmian was about to answer when she heard a clicking sound. She looked up and was stupefied.
A group of reporters surrounded them with cameras.
“Miss Qiao, first of all, congratulations on winning the Best Song of the Year Award tonight. Then, we all know that there was an accident when you received this award. May I know how you feel about this accident?”
“Miss Qiao, what do you think about your fans arguing with Song Fei’s fans on Weibo? Also, do you know that Song Fei Liked the post about your scandals? What do you think of her behavior?”
“Miss Qiao, a professional jewelry designer has appraised the jewelry you’re wearing tonight. He said that the jewelry you’re wearing isn’t MR.S’s. Can you respond to this?”
“That’s right, Miss Qiao. Can you answer it? Is the string of letters on your jewelry really an imitation of MR.S’s signature?”
The reporters were already waiting outside.
Too many things had happened tonight.
Every piece could be used as a hot topic for news.
They naturally wouldn’t miss such a good opportunity.
Qiao Mianmian leaned against Mo Yesi’s chest for a few seconds before reacting. Then, she pushed him away a little.
“I’m sorry, I can’t respond right now. If anyone has any questions, you can ask me another day. Can I trouble everyone to make way and let us leave?” Qiao Mianmian was used to being surrounded by reporters, but she knew that Mo Yesi didn’t like it.
She grabbed Mo Yesi’s arm and tried to push him out of the crowd when someone grabbed her arm.
Qiao Mianmian was stunned. She looked up in surprise and saw that the man beside her had no intention of leaving. He used his eyes to tell her not to worry..
