Chapter 433: The Right to Report the Truth

“You’re interviewing me, and you’re trying to pin the label of an imposter on me, so how is it unrelated to me?”

The reporter who had asked the question flinched visibly, caught by Nan Jiaojiao’s bone-chilling gaze.

They wanted to snap back, but as soon as they opened their mouth, a rush of cold air filled it, naturally diminishing their momentum significantly.

“I was just asking, what’s with taking it so seriously?”

Nan Jiaojiao really felt it beneath her to get angry with such people.

But before she could say anything, Ye Shiqing suddenly tugged at her.

“Sister, don’t fall out with the media.

Before you were brought back, you were always in the countryside and don’t understand the entertainment industry’s ways.

If you really can’t handle it, I’ll protect you.”

Ye Shiqing’s words sounded considerate and magnanimous, and to those unaware, it seemed like she truly would protect Nan Jiaojiao.

However, whispering so loudly that people two meters away could hear clearly was simply unnecessary.

But clearly, in the eyes of the reporters, Ye Shiqing’s image instantly grew more impressive.

She repressed the ecstasy in her heart, reveling in the feeling of stepping on Nan Jiaojiao in public, “I’ll handle the aftermath, sister.

How about I give you a ride, The Ye Family’s car is right over there, I’ll take you.”

Linking the past and the present, who didn’t know that Nan Jiaojiao was from the countryside and hadn’t been acknowledged by the Ye Family yet, without even a car to send her off?

The difference between being favored and not is like that between angels and demons.

No wonder Nan Jiaojiao had so many tricks up her sleeve in secret.

It’s truly disgusting!

At the school gate, many onlookers gathered, and everyone looked at Nan Jiaojiao with disdain.

However, her expression remained cool and indifferent, her lips curling into a faint, thin smile, and the needle on her fingertip pressed two points deeper into Ye Shiqing’s flesh.

Ye Shiqing nearly cried out in pain, instinctively wanting to shake off the hand, but realized she couldn’t break free from Nan Jiaojiao’s grip, looking at her in astonishment.

“What are you two doing!”

Suddenly, an indignant cry sounded.

Xu Tingting quickly approached, followed by five or six bodyguards, who directly shoved Ye Shiqing aside and shielded Nan Jiaojiao in their embrace.

The aura of a wealthy young miss, with just a glance, made the reporters dare not act rashly.

“Which media do you work for, coming to Rong University to bully a student, where’s your professional ethics?

Who gave you the right to interview her, thinking that just because you’re carrying a broken camera you can disregard others’ rights to their likeness?”

The reporters didn’t recognize Xu Tingting, and this face had never appeared in their memories before.

She was well-protected by the Xu Family.

But the bodyguards beside her had real skills, and with a few moves, they pushed the reporters a meter away.

“Classmate, we’re just doing a routine interview, we have the right to report the truth!”

“Who the hell gave you that bullshit right!”

Another one shows up!

Qu Xiaoxiao didn’t bother with any protection, dressed in ancient costume, her Step Shake headdress jingling crisply as she walked.

Dressed in an adorable pink, she marched over, long sword in hand, exuding an aggressive aura.

The bodyguards she brought with her pushed the reporters further back, and Miss Qu directly drew her sword, the sharp blade stopping just in front of the nose of the reporter who had spoken.

“I warn you to watch your words, I reserve the right to pursue you for defamation and spreading rumors.”

The reporter’s face paled, their voice weak, “The netizens…

the netizens want to know the truth, we have the right to report the truth.”

“Netizens?” Qu Xiaoxiao scoffed unceremoniously, “Where do the netizens live, can you find it?

Stop spewing excuses, I’ll sue you.”

“On what grounds can you sue me!”

Qu Xiaoxiao’s eyelid twitched, seemingly baffled as she glanced at the reporter, probably unaccustomed to someone daring to confront her directly.