Chapter 654 Isn't it your own glass heart?

Su Xia's face was thin, and she quietly looked at the proud reporter who hadn't answered, but still had a full face.

So it doesn’t matter whether she responds or not.

Importantly, this question was asked.

In so many shots, she recorded this question, and there were even scenes where Su Xia didn't say a word.

How will the title be taken?

Su Xia is cold-blooded, and Su Xia has no emotional fluctuations towards Chen Yiran's death.

She had already anticipated these.

Su Xia couldn't help but twitched the corner of her mouth, watching the reporter slowly stepping back without being blocked by Xue Mingan and others, she said coldly, and her red lips lightly opened: "I have a question I want to ask you. ."

Suddenly, the eyes of the people around were all on Su Xia's body.

Gu Siming secretly touched her arm, motioning her to stop talking in front of so many reporters, but Su Xia raised her head slightly, the corners of her lips curled up in a mocking arc, and a chill came from her. The end of his eyes spread.

"What should I say to her."

The reporter was slightly startled, but she quickly reacted. She frowned slightly, and she couldn't bear Su Xia's sharp attitude: "After all, Chen Yiran is a person who has passed away. Shouldn't you say something nice?"

"You also know that she is the one who has passed away." Su Xia's arms crossed her chest, her cold eyes looked straight over, "Who was the first to mention her?"

"Who is still consuming her?"

"Who is using her for his own news?"

Three consecutive questions directly confused the reporter.

She gritted her teeth, still trying to hold down Su Xia with her mouth: "I just want to know how you feel as her former friend after Chen Yiran passed away. There is no other idea. She is dead because of you. You Will I feel guilty in my heart."

Su Xia couldn't help but twitched the corners of her mouth, and sneered lowly: "Then I want to ask you first, if someone has been using you behind their backs, buying a draft to blacken you, or even murdering you in the end. Misfortune to you, regardless of your safety, threw the body in your car, and finally she died, will you feel guilty?"

The reporter couldn't help but trembled, facing Su Xia's black eyes that were glowing with cold, a coldness spread over his body.

"And why should I be guilty? So this Virgin, you should be the mother."

Su Xia seemed to smile but not smile, and a huge sense of oppression came in pervasively: "I also hope you, if one day, if someone tries to kill you and finally died unexpectedly, you will live a lifetime with guilt."

After a word, everyone present closed their mouths in astonishment.

Silent.

Death still fills the air.

The reporter became furious: "How can you say that! You are a public figure! Everyone wants to know that these things shouldn't be right? Otherwise, you won't be an artist at the beginning, and now you can't stand it and even start personal attacks. You are too much. Right."

"Does a public figure deserve to be inquired about this kind of thing? You deserve to endure your malicious question. Can't you refute it?" Before Su Xia could speak, Gu Siming couldn't help but say, "Now say a few words about you. You can’t stand it anymore? Then when you usually compose unnecessary rumors in order to ruin the reputation of others, why don’t you think about other people’s feelings?"

He snorted coldly: "Personal attack? I don't think Su Xia personally attacked you. Isn't it your own glass heart?"

(End of this chapter)