The media's words pierced into my chest like sharp blades, leaving me bleeding profusely.
Han Siming's face was as pale as a ghost, devoid of any color, as his own biological father denied his existence.
A self-mocking smile tugged at the corners of Han Siming's mouth, and after a long while, his voice choked as he said, "Sorry, no response."
Seeing Han Siming in such a disheveled state, his aides hurried forward to shield him from these trivial matters.
"Sorry, President Han is visiting Mrs. Dong and will not respond to questions from the media friends for now. Afterwards, the Han Family PR will explain and clarify to everyone, sorry, sorry."
The aides arranged for hospital security to escort Han Siming.
Han Siming was dispirited, his whole being in a state of repression, when he heard the media's relentless speculation behind him.
