Chapter 887: 893 Press Conference (3)
Jin Bo glanced at Yan Xiaoxi, his eyes cold.
Just that one look, Yan Xiaoxi felt as if she was crushed under his aura!
Jin Bo turned to look at Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng hurried over and escorted Yan Xiaoxi out.
Jin Bo returned to his seat, surveyed the media, his face icy, voice firm, "I do not like personal questions being brought up during my interviews."
Fang Zheng glanced around, "Today’s press conference ends here."
Jin Bo stood up and left the venue.
Fang Zheng quickly followed him.
Jin Bo, "Revoke the journalist’s accreditation from Gangdu Media’s female reporter."
"..."
Fang Zheng glanced, realizing the mayor was serious; just cutting off someone’s livelihood over such a question—wasn’t that too harsh?
Jin Bo turned to Fang Zheng, "Didn’t you hear?"
Fang Zheng, "I heard. I’ll instruct them to handle it."
Jin Bo thought of Huo Jinnan’s text message, "Make sure my photos from today’s press conference don’t appear in any newspapers or media, no videos, and definitely not on television screens."
"..."
Fang Zheng looked at Jin Bo, not understanding why.
Jin Bo looked at Fang Zheng, his eyes chill, "Get it done!"
"..."
This tone wasn’t an appeal; it clearly was a threat!
Fang Zheng grumbled silently but dared not slacken, picking up his phone to call various media outlets.
This time, it was likely they’d offend all media friends; if something happened in the future, it wouldn’t be easy to manage!
———— Yunqi Academy ————
Jin Bo returned to his office, sat down, closed his eyes, and massaged his forehead.
In Hong Kong, it’s inevitable to show his face; one day, mom will see.
If mom appears before him, what should he do?
On Mid-Autumn Festival, he shouldn’t have sent that box of mooncakes to mom!
...
The old man left the press conference venue, got in the car, his breathing still rapid!
Uncle Guan looked at the old man, "Shall we go back?"
The old man took a deep breath, trembling, "Uncle Guan, do you think Jin Bo is Adong?"
"..."
Uncle Guan remained silent.
The old man looked at Uncle Guan, "No wonder you found nothing!"
Uncle Guan suddenly remembered something, "Mayor Jin’s car is Zun Hei, the same car that appeared at Dongling Cemetery that day."
The old man’s hand loosened, his cane fell to the ground, and he looked up at Uncle Guan.
Uncle Guan sat there, afraid something might happen to the old man, watching cautiously.
The old man stared at Uncle Guan, breathing heavily!
After a long time, he trembled and waved his hand, "Let’s go back."
Uncle Guan, driving, asked, "Do we still need to investigate Mayor Jin?"
"No... no need..."
The old man took a deep breath, sat there, closed his eyes, recalling the moment when the fighter jet crashed seven years ago!
The flames, even through the screen, were able to illuminate his eyes!
Actually, when Adong had his accident, he was stricken as well and fell seriously ill!
But——
Thinking of Ayun and Jizhou, his hand couldn’t stop shaking.
It’s Adong, it couldn’t be wrong.
Arriving in Hong Kong, it’s been troublesome with him; he suppressed Ayun and Jizhou’s cases there.
Unable to breathe, the old man licked his dry lips.
Adong must hate him, right?
"Adong—"
The old man, eyes closed, called out, tears streaming down.
———— Yunqi Academy ————
Back from the hospital, thankfully safe, Zhong Qin breathed a sigh of relief.
Mother Rong was preparing dinner; Zhong Qin turned on the television.
Huo Jinnan had already received Jin Bo’s message, picked up the remote, and looked at Zhong Qin, "Mom, what do you want to watch?"
