The female reporter looked embarrassed and her hand holding the microphone was a little nervous. She reluctantly drew back.
Vicente turned to the camera of another media and smiled, "Mother and son are safe. The two boys are still in the incubator because they are premature babies. It's enough for you to know these. For the rest, don't explore what my children look like, or..."
"Report carefully." Vicente smiled politely again. The warning was obvious.
Someone offered to give in. Vicente left with her chin up. As soon as she entered the elevator, she leaned against the wall, clenching her fist against her lips and chuckling.
Noah looked at Vicente curiously, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Vicente burst into laughter. "Nina is right. We must be tough, think more for ourselves, and don't accommodate yourself to others."
Noah was confused and asked, "Do you mean to suppress that female reporter? So you weren't like this before?"
Vicente nodded helplessly, "Yes."
Noah was a little stunned. "I thought you were always like this."
Hearing this, Vicente was speechless.
The elevator
down in the chair, she saw two strange faces. She noticed Noah first.
"Noah? A friend of our little princess."
"Good afternoon," Noah greeted politely.
Bruce also looked sideways at the young man with a little appreciation. The young man looked good and strong.
He was rich and low-key. Bruce remembered that his daughter had mentioned a lot about him.
"You are my dear daughter's favorite brother, Noah. I heard from Vicente that you were going back today. Did you get delayed because of Nina? Are you okay?"
"It doesn't matter. I won't leave until Nini wakes up safe and sound." Somehow, Noah felt a little nervous and his smile was unnatural.
When John heard the kind tone of his parents in law towards Noah, he felt sad and jealous.
He stood straight, slightly lowered his eyes, trying to minimize his sense of existence, but let a cold gaze stare at him.
That eyes were exactly the same as when Nina was on guard.
Needless to guess, she was his mother-in-law.
"Who is he?" Anne took a look at Vicente and continued to stare at John.
She felt that he was not simple anyway.
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