As soon as the surge came, they immediately turned on the camera and the microphone...
"Excuse me, let us through!" the bodyguards immediately shielded Bo Fengheng behind them.
But these reporters were veterans, not easily discouraged.
They saw an opening and quickly passed the microphone, "Young Master Bo, you've finally shown up; it wasn't easy. How do you view the sale of your shares? Was it a setup, or was it your own decision?"
They cut to the chase with a question so sharp it felt like they hadn't even drafted it first.
Shen Yifei's complexion changed, and he hurriedly pushed them away, "I'm sorry, our young master can't answer your questions right now."
"Why can't he answer, is he feeling guilty or..."
"Guilty?" Before he could finish, Bo Fengheng let out a "tch" sound, coldly chuckled, "I transferred my own shares; what opinion should I have?"
So, the crowd voluntarily made way.
The camera turned directly towards the handsome and elegant man.
