Eden rubbed her wrist that had been painfully grabbed by him, observing his ashen face. She didn't get angry, but instead walked straight to the sofa and sat down, exuding a commanding presence.
"Communication doesn't change the result, does it?"
Gong Ting was desperate. He followed her and stood firm in front of her. "I need to know your reason for moving the date forward."
Eden retrieved a stack of photos from the inner pocket of her suit and threw them onto the table, crossing her arms but without an aggressive stance. "These are the photos intercepted by my people from the official media. Gong Ting, you should be aware how harmful these photos would be if released regarding your and my positions."
