"Mr. Qin, can I have a try first? I've actually done quite a bit of research on new energy vehicles!"
A balding middle-aged reporter leaned up to Qin Luo, smiling all over his face as he made his request.
"Mr. Qin, what do you think of me? I'm a professional car reviewer, and I guarantee I can give you the most professional evaluation!"
Another young reporter refused to be outdone, elbowing his way forward and eagerly recommending himself with a wink.
Qin Luo merely gave a faint smile and ignored the scrambling reporters.
Zhou Ruo nodded with reserved shyness, casting off her final disguise; her haughty air inevitably dimmed a little. Her eyes shifted to rest on the back of Shen Ao's hand, and she said full of concern, "Cousin... Shen Ao, how did your hand get hurt?" She dropped the title of cousin, already beginning to slowly adapt to the shifting of her role.
Yet near a certain prison cell in this northeast corner, a few guards couldn't help putting on stern faces, wearing expressions of disgust.
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