Chapter 18 Press Conference

"Anyway, I'll wipe it myself."

Tang Moer snatched the ointment from his hand.

…

The next morning, Tang Mo'er arrived at the press conference, and Qixi quickly greeted her, "Mo'er, are you ready? Su Zhe and Han Xiaowan are already here."

"Ok." Tang Moer walked in.

As soon as she appeared on the stage, the media "clicked" one after another, and she instantly became the focus of the audience.

She also saw Su Zhe and Han Xiaowan. Han Xiaowan was sitting in a wheelchair. She was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown and a white coat. Her forehead was wrapped with gauze. Her face was pale and pitiful, which made people feel uncomfortable. Protectiveness.

Su Zhe stood by her side, his face full of distress.

Tang Moer stepped forward and took Han Xiaowan's little hand, "Xiaowan, are you okay? Did you not fall to death yesterday?"

"Sister." Han Xiaowan looked at Su Zhe with watery eyes.

Su Zhe quickly grabbed Tang Mo'er's slender wrist and warned in a cold voice, "Tang Mo'er, you'd better stop playing tricks. If you dare to hurt Xiaowan again, don't blame me for being rude to you."

In fact, he was still thinking about the friendship between the Tang and Su families for so many years. If Tang Mo'er hadn't hurt the woman he loved, maybe he wouldn't have broken up like this.

Tang Moer felt that his wrist was about to be crushed by him. This Su Zhe was quite infatuated, but it was a pity that he was being played around by a green tea bitch.