Of course, he knew what the situation outside was like, but he was unwilling to accept it, just unwilling. He still wanted to see her again, to take one more look at her, to have her tell him personally if she truly didn't blame him, but she didn't even say goodbye, only left a brief email.
Listening to the reporter's relentless questions, he felt like his head was about to explode, his mind in chaos.
Now, forget about going to the airport to find Qin Yin; he couldn't even leave Yayu Garden.
Trembling all over, he listened to the repeated cries of "Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang." Like a madman, he covered his ears, but the voices still managed to penetrate, and the flashing lights in front of him only intensified the pain in his already aching eyes.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he reached out and snatched the nearest camera, smashing it to the ground with force.
Then he grabbed a microphone from a reporter's hand and threw it to the ground as well.
