“Xu WanZhi messed up! She really hung herself!”

“Oh darn! Did she really just do that? She set herself up?”

“She just brought up everyone else in her speech, Qin Sheng, Chen Jin, Liang ZhiQuan, Mu ZhenYu… and now she just nailed her own coffin shut?”

The technical expert was very cooperative. He brought up a video of a mouse-drawing guru who had converted a peach into the face of an actress through photo-editing.

“See? You can even turn a peach into me. I’d venture to say that it’s even easier to convert another person to me. Doing that in 40 minutes is well within reasonable time.” Facing the camera, Xu WanZhi was calm and nonchalant.

9 o’clock in the morning, the press conference finally got started.

The few media companies were vicious like tigers. They immediately stood up with their microphone and asked, “Miss Xu, so when was the picture taken and why was there pictures like that of yours? Were you really intimate with both men? What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I have never told this to you because there were so many things that I haven’t done yet and a lot of them must be done through dirty and shameless means. I didn’t want you to get drag into it. I wanted to wait and tell you all about it when everything settled down and that those who needed taking care of had been taken care of. But now…”