No one could find fault with what the reporters said.
Jiang Dongcheng was hopping mad, looking as if his eyes might pop out of their sockets at any moment. He ground his teeth audibly.
But the reporters were just following procedure and hadn't broken any laws.
One reporter lowered his microphone and looked at Jiang Dongcheng with feigned sincerity. "At your age, you really should take care of your health. People can just drop dead, you know."
"That's right, that's right. And you have to protect your face. They say getting angry makes you age faster, and nobody likes that."
"Really? Then I'd better protect my face. My wife loves this face of mine!"
The reporters' back-and-forth was laced with a hidden meaning that even the cats and dogs on the street could understand, let alone Jiang Dongcheng.
This made Jiang Dongcheng even angrier.
Not only was he angry, but some of their words had actually started to sink in.
