Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?

The security guards reacted at this time, rushing over to try to stop them, but it was already too late, and they were outnumbered. There were fewer security guards compared to the large crowd, so they were quickly kicked aside.

The journalists who heard the commotion all stood up.

The intruders didn’t look like kind-hearted people; they were aggressive and clearly up to no good.

Gu Feng, who was backstage, stood up, walked to the front, and said coldly, ”What’s going on?”

The leader acted as if he hadn’t heard, raised his hand directly, and rudely commanded, ”Smash it!”

This was an intentional disturbance!

To stir up trouble at such an important time, with the whole nation watching, it was aimed at ruining the press conference.

Tong Yan stood up and slammed the table hard, ”Who dares!”

The sound of her slamming the table was amplified by the microphone, creating a buzzing and piercing noise.

Everyone stared at her in stunned silence.

Tong Yan’s cold, stern gaze swept around, exuding an overwhelming aura, and she said unceremoniously, ”If anyone dares to touch this place, I’ll make sure you can’t handle the consequences.”

After going to Country D, Tong Yan’s aura had become increasingly sharp, like a drawn sword, cold and dazzling, carrying a deep chill.

The leader sneered, ”Stop trying to scare people. Guys, smash it!”

The ones behind shouted, ”Go for it!”

From the sound alone, you would think they were going to war, it was so overwhelming.

”I’ve warned you,” she said.

Just as they were about to move forward to hit them, they heard a series of crashing sounds and cries from behind.

Soon, the people at the front were also lying down, and someone slowly walked towards them from afar.

That demeanor, such elegance, like a gentle breeze unveiling clear skies, with bright, shining eyes. In the Huaxia entertainment circle, there’s only one person with such a presence, Bo Yimo.

He wore a black shirt, adding a touch of restraint, and his cool voice echoed, ”You’ve got some nerve.”

The troublemakers said nothing; honestly, they couldn’t speak even if they wanted to, beaten so badly they couldn’t stand, much less talk!

Bo Yimo’s every gesture exuded an air of supreme authority, clearly nonchalant, yet so powerful it couldn’t be ignored, ”Little Nine, call the police.”

He glanced at Little Nine and made a gesture.

Little Nine nodded, ”Yes, Young Master.”

The Young Master’s intention was to leave a few for questioning, and send the rest to the police station. These few left with them would undoubtedly be skinned for information, and they would definitely reveal the mastermind.

Daring to cause trouble in front of the Young Madam, they must have a death wish!

Bo Yimo steadily walked to the stage, and everyone’s eyes followed his every move.

He walked up to Tong Yan, hugged her waist, and kissed her hair and forehead a few times, his voice tender, ”Sorry, I’m late.”

Tong Yan shook her head; she didn’t expect him to come.

But even if he hadn’t come, she could have handled it all.

It had been a long time since she’d had a fight, and her hands were itching for it.

Bo Yimo sat by Tong Yan’s side, facing the many reporters.

Although there was a disturbance just now, it was quickly resolved without affecting them, so the reporters didn’t dwell on it; the interview was their priority.

The reporters boldly asked, ”May I ask why Young Master Mo is here?”

Bo Yimo smiled slightly, his exquisite eyebrows and eyes becoming even more alluring as he smiled.

”To show some affection.”