Young Master Mo, you have been tricked

Su Mi took a deep breath, suppressed her trembling voice, and said, "One of the designer's mothers was hospitalized in an emergency. In order not to affect her work, the nurse she hired for her mother failed to go back to fulfill her filial piety. Doctors and nurses, including patients I thought her mother had no children, and after working overtime at two o'clock in the middle of the night, she squatted in the corridor and cried, but I didn't dare to comfort her when I saw it, because I was afraid that she would lose control and wouldn't be able to hold on."

She looked at the reporter, looked at the camera, and said coldly: "You tell me, who is easy for everyone who is carrying a burden?"

Speaking of this, her hand suddenly pointed to the screen, and the screen froze at the end of the video, showing her classmates bossing around the counter.

"Am I doing it for myself? Look at her, as long as her ill-gotten gains have a place for me to understand, I won't treat her like this, so how can I care about my classmates and live up to my best?" Do my best to my lovely team colleagues? My classmate, when she is doing these things and squandering the money to buy luxury goods, does she care about my classmates? I want to ask you, Do you think I'm doing something wrong?"

"Isn't it right?" Su Mi said, and slammed the table, scaring the thoughtful reporters almost to their feet.

Su Mi raised her chin slightly, looked at the camera, and said word by word: "I must investigate this matter to the end, and I will not accept rebuttals!"

Her incomparably beautiful face was filled with ice-coldness at the moment, and it was magnified on the screen. She was not angry and majestic, but had her own aura.

Mo Hanchen's pen had already been put down, and he looked at the computer screen with deep and unpredictable eyes.

Netizens on the Internet are screaming in their hearts!
Domineering female president!
They are conquered.

With its own aura, it can be cold, demonic, charming, and confusing.

"Aww, I want to become a fan."

"Black-to-fan, I owe you an apology."

"From today onwards, I will be your brainless fan, and I will not accept rebuttals."

The video on the big screen suddenly switched to the design room. Some of the twelve designers had tears in their eyes, some were sobbing secretly, and some were crying loudly.

Su Mi looked at the screen and said, "Don't cry, I'll go to see my aunt with you, and I'll personally say sorry to her."

As soon as these words came out, the one who was crying loudly cried even harder, and couldn't stop the tears.

The screen cut back, Su Mi looked at the reporters, calmed down, tears were still in her eyes, she said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Okay, now is the time for everyone to ask questions."

For a while, the audience was extremely silent, and it was unclear whether the reporters hadn't recovered yet or didn't know how to speak.

Some of them didn't come to their senses, but most of the questions prepared before are no longer needed.

After a moment of silence, a reporter asked, "Vice President Su, isn't it a little too sensational for you to do this?"

Su Mi looked at him with a smile and asked: "This is the truth, if the fact is also considered sensational, how many sensational things are there in the world?"

Another reporter asked: "Vice President Su, do you really want to accompany the employee back to see her mother?"

"Yes." Su Mi's voice paused for a moment, and then she said, "I still want to explain this matter. I do this because I hope her mother understands her daughter, and I want others to know about this mother. What a hard-working daughter."

A few more reporters asked some innocuous questions.

Suddenly, a reporter asked: "Vice President Su, may I ask if this incident has caused a lot of influence between you and Ms. Xia?"

As soon as the words "Miss Xia" came out, everyone cheered up.