Sitting in the car, Xia Ning was casually browsing on her phone. Zheng Ziming in the passenger seat turned around to look at her and could not help but smile. "I thought your claws were gone. Didn't realize your mouth is still that smart. But you did a good job confronting that reporter. I saw your fans are supporting you on the Internet."
Xia Ning looked down and started browsing the Weibo topics. 'Did Xia Ning throw a female reporter on the casting couch?'
In only a short time, the views had reached a few million.
"That reporter is brainless, looking at people through colored spectacles. You dig people's dirt for money shamelessly and won't even let others work hard for opportunities?"
"As an anti-fan, I have to say Xia Ning's reply touched my heart. I'm her fan now."
