"……I can."

"Okay, I will believe you again this time. If you can't do it, just pack up my things and get out of the company!"

After roaring these words, Tang Fanchen didn't hear Jiang Qingyu's answer, so he hung up her phone.

Jiang Qingyu slowly tightened his lips as he listened to the busy tone from the phone.

...

When discussions about Jiang Qingyu were raging on the Internet, Jiang Qingyu, who was at the center of the storm, finally spoke up. She said that everything circulated on the Internet was fake. A press conference will be held three days later to clarify that everyone has treated her since this time. Misunderstandings.

Regarding Jiang Qingyu's explanation, most netizens didn't believe it, and just waited three days to watch her show.

By the time the press conference was held, many media reporters arrived after hearing the news, and the press conference was already crowded at less than ten o'clock.

Jiang Qingyu was late in coming. She wore a long dress and a shawl. Her long hair was untouched on her shoulders. It has only been a few days since what happened, but she seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

This press conference will be broadcast live on the Internet simultaneously. Before she spoke, the netizens in front of the screen were excited. What sister Bailian, messing around, playing, all kinds of mocking barrage flew up.

Jiang Qingyu's appearance gave the reporters a moment of silence. Everyone watched her step by step to sit down, helped the microphone, and raised her face.

The woman's chin was slightly pointed, her face was sickly pale, she spoke softly, her voice hoarse: "Hello everyone..."

This voice combined with this appearance made the viewers involuntarily produce feelings of affection.

A male reporter couldn't help but said, "Miss Jiang is not feeling well? Don't force yourself."

Jiang Qingyu raised his eyes to look at him, and his voice was as pleasant and gentle as ever: "I'm fine."

The male reporter felt like he wanted to say something more, and was glanced sideways by a female reporter next to him.

The female reporter looked at the fragile Jiang Qingyu with cold eyes, teased the corners of her mouth, and said: "Miss Jiang, what do you have to say about the recent online rumors? What is your relationship with those men? They were before you debuted. Are you dating someone?"

After a pause, the female reporter laughed, raised her eyebrows and continued: "But don't Ms. Jiang think that it is too much to date many middle-aged men at once?"

She emphasized the words of several middle-aged men, and when the sharp words came out, the netizens watching in front of the screen suddenly laughed.

[Hahahaha fuck, this reporter sister is awesome. 】

[I want to be so stunned by this white lotus, deceiving netizens for so long, and still pretending to be sympathetic to the poor Bo, and vomiting. 】

[Sure enough, it's still women who can see Bitch the most. Can the male reporter just step back a bit? 】

Hearing the female reporter's merciless words, Jiang Qingyu's eyelashes moved slightly and said softly: "What man? I don't know what you are talking about. I have never taken those photos, let alone the men in your mouth."

The female reporter raised her chin slightly: "So what does Ms. Jiang mean that the photo that appeared in your live broadcast was synthesized?" Before Jiang Qingyu could speak, the female reporter continued: "But I have commissioned a professional organization to make an identification. There is no trace of being photographed in this photo."

Jiang Qingyu looked at her for four or five seconds before speaking lightly: "If you want to commit a crime, there is no word."