Inside the press conference.
The hall was filled with nobility.
Shen Tang seemed like an ugly duckling that had wandered into a flock of swans, completely out of place.
The moment she entered, countless gazes fell upon her — some were impressed, but most were filled with confusion, disdain, and contempt.
Why would this outcast Princess come here?
What does this press conference have to do with her?
Standing onstage, Shen Qingli saw Shen Tang first thing. Her stunning face momentarily twisted with gloom, remembering how her spotlight was stolen last time, her nails dug fiercely into her palm, her beautiful eyes flashed with anger.
But seeing Shen Tang dressed plainly, far less glamorous than last time, a sense of triumph washed over her.
This fool is buried in debt yet still wants to steal my spotlight; truly laughable!
Shen Qingli curled her red lips into a smile, "Little sister Shen Tang, you weren't invited."
