Ye Jiuliang lifted his chin slightly, "Put down whatever you have in your hands, and stand over there."
The reporters dared not retort, quickly nodding their heads, putting down what they held, and hurried over to the opposite side.
"Line up in a row."
Ye Jiuliang turned around and continued to issue commands.
"Come on, repeat the questions you just asked, in a loop, until I say stop. Remember, mess up once and you get punched once."
Saying this, she straddled the motorbike with a long leg, settled firmly on top.
"Remember to shout louder. Anyone whose voice I can't hear will be sent to soak in the sea with the cold water to clear their mind properly."
Upon hearing this, the reporters were collectively dumbfounded.
What does she mean?
"Start shouting for me now." Ye Jiuliang's red lips parted slightly, issuing the command with a voice that made an impact.
She liked them asking; she'd let them ask their fill this time.
