He grasped her hand, as if he had suffered a great loss.
"Hey, you really are…" Mi Yao was irritated and wanted to scold him.
But at that moment, a commotion erupted nearby, and many reporters ran towards them, "Hurry over, I think I just saw Mr. President."
"Are you sure you saw it right, why would Mr. President appear here?"
"Who knows, let's hurry up and take some photos and interview, this is big news!"...
Mi Yao's pupils shrank, this was bad, if people captured Huai Fu Yueming here, she would be in big trouble—she just wanted to live a peaceful life!
"Come with me!" She reached out her small hand, grabbed the man's suit sleeve, and dragged him into a small changing room.
The changing room was very small; if Mi Yao stood in there alone, it would be fine, but now with such a tall man next to her, the space became crowded.
Their bodies were almost touching each other.
