"Ziyi, where are you?"
In the carriage, Shi Xi's gentle voice rang out.
Mo Ziye's brows lightly furrowed, and he asked indifferently, "What's the matter?"
"I've already arranged it; there will be a press conference tomorrow to publicly apologize to Miss Qin. Will she attend the press conference?"
In the passenger seat, Qin Qingqing's expression slightly changed as she looked at Mo Ziye.
She happened to collide with his gaze, deep as a dark pool, and her heartbeat missed a beat uncontrollably.
Her red lips instinctively pressed together lightly.
He slightly parted his thin lips, his voice cool and detached, "Qingqing isn't going. What time is the press conference? I'll attend."
"Ziyi, tomorrow afternoon at two o'clock."
Shi Xi finally made the decision.
