Huo Xiao grasped Song Weiqing's arm and let her stand firm. He also opened the distance between them.

"Are you okay?"

Song Weiqing's body moved, as if they were intimate from the perspective of the main entrance.

She coughed two times.'It's not a big problem. Ah, it's an old problem. It can't be cured well.

"Take more than one person out next time, so as not to happen again."

The alienation in men's words made Song Weiqing a little embarrassed. She nodded cleverly.

No laughter at all.

Hawthorne's attention returned to the front door again, raised his watch and looked at the time.

It's time to end the press conference,...