Mrs. Zhou was so angry that she couldn't say a word. The people around her pulled her aside and said, "Why did you go to provoke her? Her son found a woman like this and she's angry now. She doesn't want to take it out on you."
Thinking of this, Mrs. Zhou was no longer angry.
Well, it was Wang Wenhui's son who found this kind of woman, not her son. Why should she be angry or worried about her
I have already said such big words. Wouldn’t it be worse if I fail to get into a good university next year
This Miss Zhao is 22 years old this year. If she has good academic performance and is a good student, she should have graduated from university this year.
I'm not taking the college entrance exam until next year, so this is just fooling a three-year-old child.
The more Mrs. Zhou thought about it, the more proud she became. She wished the day would come when she would be slapped in the face.
Wang Wenhui was furious. When she turned around, she saw Zhao Zitong smiling happily, which made her even more angry: "How can you still be in the mood to laugh? You have completely embarrassed me."
Zhao Zitong was indeed touched. Knowing that she was a person with a cold face but a warm heart, she was even happier: "Mrs. Zhuo, thank you."
Wang Wenhui rolled her eyes at her: "Are you mentally ill? Do you like others scolding you? You call me Mrs. Zhuo in this situation?"
Zhao Zitong immediately took her arm and called out with a smile, "Auntie."
Wang Wenhui still had anger on her face: "It's just a show. From now on, in private, you still have to call me Mrs. Zhuo."
Zhao Zitong chuckled: "I think Ms. Wang sounds better."
It seemed like a joke, but it touched Wang Wenhui.
Ms. Wang, how long has it been since you heard someone call you that? After so many years of being called Mrs. Zhuo, I'm afraid those people have forgotten their own names.
In an instant, Wang Wenhui felt that the annoying girl in front of her was a little more pleasing to the eye.
"Hmph, stop smiling so much. You should think about how to answer those reporters' tricky questions later." Wang Wenhui said, and seeing Zhao Zitong's face change, her tone softened a little:
"But you're dressed nicely today, quite decent and generous. You look much better than when we first met."
Zhao Zitong's heart warmed.
Hong Kong's entertainment journalists are notoriously "sarcastic" and merciless, and you can get a glimpse of the situation by looking at the words used in the gossip magazines.
"What about artificial humans, bone-chopping girls..."
Anyway, the words used are eye-catching and the insults are merciless.
Fortunately, the Zhuo Group is not a small star in the entertainment industry who has no foundation and is at the mercy of others. Wealth and power are their biggest protection.
Therefore, those entertainment reporters did not dare to be too presumptuous in front of Zhuo Liqun. After all, he knew many big names in the entertainment industry.
Moreover, since they had given advance notice, the reporters sent to the press conference did not make things too difficult for Zhao Zitong, allowing her to see what it means to "cover the sky with one hand."
Money makes the world go round.
However, Zhuo Liqun is not the only rich family in this world.
What is a danger to the Zhuo family is an opportunity for the enemy family.
Competitors will not miss such a good opportunity. You can bribe the reporters with money and don't make things difficult for Zhao Zitong.
Of course, there are also people who can use money to make things difficult for you.
Zhao Zitong had just breathed a sigh of relief after answering a few standard questions when she heard a sharp question from a reporter:
"Excuse me, Miss Zhao Zitong, what is your relationship with your biological father, Zhao Wenqiang? Are the things he accused you of true? According to him, you wanted to gain the favor of Zhuo Liqunxian through him, but why did it end in vain?"
As soon as this question was asked, everyone's face changed.
Zhao Wenqiang, this damn biological father.
Zhuo Liqun glared fiercely at the assistant beside him. The assistant was so scared that he was sweating profusely. What was going on? How could such an ungrateful reporter sneak in
But the question has been asked, and it is not a good idea to kick the reporter out now, as it may cause even worse impact on the company.
Zhao Zitong calmed down immediately. Zhao Wenqiang was indeed her biological father. It was such a big shame to put such a heavy label on him.
If you say too many bad things about him, people will accuse you of being heartless and unfilial.
If they have a good relationship, then what he said is true, so why bother clarifying it today
Originally, Zhao Zitong planned to catch Zhao Wenqiang and then hold this press conference. Anyway, Zhao Wenqiang likes money, and he will do anything as long as he is paid.
It is most appropriate for him to come forward to clarify.
Unfortunately, someone found him first and successfully silenced him.
However, she had already prepared for this question, so she was not too flustered.
"Zhao Wenqiang is indeed my biological father, but not a single word he said is true."
The reporter laughed and said, "Since he is your biological father, why is he slandering you like this?"
"Because he likes gambling and he's short of money, of course he can sell his daughter for money."
"Really? Is there really a father in the world who would sell out his own daughter for money?"
Zhao Zitong stood up, walked to the reporter, and looked at him steadily: "The world is so big that there are all kinds of things. Some people would sell out their daughters for money, and some people would sell out their professional ethics for money. Isn't it strange?"
The reporter was a little annoyed: "What do you mean by that? You said I sold my professional ethics for money?"
"I didn't say it was you, but since you think it was you, then it must be you."
"You..." The reporter's face changed: "Since you said Zhao Wenqiang was slandering you, do you have any evidence?"
"I just realized now that journalists can also work as judges part-time." Zhao Zitong sneered: "As for the evidence, my lawyer will naturally prove it to the judge. I have already sued this magazine and Zhao Wenqiang."
Zhao Zitong glanced at the reporter's nameplate, "Xiangjiang Weekly," and said with a smile, "I don't mind adding another defendant. I think the editor-in-chief of Xiangjiang Weekly will receive our lawyer's letter tomorrow."
The reporter did not continue.
Back in the lounge, Zhuo Zhenfeng laughed at her: "I thought you were going to say a lot of great truths, but I didn't expect it to be such an ordinary... quarrel."
"You might as well just say it directly, like a shrew scolding in the street." Zhao Zitong chuckled.
"That's what you said. I didn't say that." Zhuo Zhenfeng made a zipper motion on his lips.
"Aren't the audiences of these gossip magazines just ordinary people? They are not professional journals. They use so many flowery words or quote a lot of classics, but not everyone may understand them."
"If I go around in circles, people will think I'm deep-minded and might even doubt me. If I act simple and innocent, those aunties might love me more."
Zhao Zitong smiled mischievously and rubbed over like a cat:
"It's better to be straightforward. Anyway, I don't like beating around the bush. Lawyer Zhuo, do you like my straightforwardness?"