"Yeah!"
"With all this commotion, you can't even leave your own home in peace."
"Seriously, he should just move out!"
Qian Hong's few words were enough to incite some of the tenants. Everyone knew just how shameless those reporters were. They ambushed anyone they saw, making life miserable for everyone.
But as mere onlookers, they wouldn't dare confront the aggressive media. There were too many of them; how could they possibly take them all on?
So, it was much simpler to just drive Xu Ke away.
"See?" Qian Hong was immensely satisfied that a few words had riled up the crowd. She turned to Xu Ke. "Do you still insist on staying here?"
"Search your conscience, young man," Qian Hong said, her tone dripping with false concern. But the sneer that accompanied her words was filled with contempt.
Xu Ke's face remained expressionless, betraying neither joy nor sorrow.
He looked at the crowd, all excitedly watching him, and said indifferently, "And then?"
