Tears fell onto her flushed cheeks, making them sting again. Even the motion of wiping away her tears had become gentle.
The crowd of onlookers around us grew larger and larger.
"My friends around me have all used Qingyan's products and said they work well. How could this kind of problem occur?"
<<<"Are the batches of products different? At first, everyone thought it was good. Later, the group made a profit by replacing the good materials with inferior ones and adding prohibited ingredients, just to make more money. What's strange about that!">>
"Ke Qingyan is a big brand, it took a lot of effort to build its reputation. There's no need to sacrifice the brand image for a little money. If this gets exposed, it will be very detrimental to their brand development..."
"You're defending Qingyan so fiercely, aren't you here because she told you to? Are you her employee?"
"What are you talking about, I just happened to be passing by..."
The onlookers buzzed with chatter, some even arguing. More and more reporters swarmed the scene, eager to get the first scoop on what had happened to Qingyan.
Ou Yan parked her car near the company and immediately drew attention as she walked in.
The main reason is that she's too young and too beautiful. That top-tier face, compared to these few faces about to be disfigured, the difference is simply too great!
Perhaps seeing Ou Yan arrive, a wave of staff immediately scurried out from the main building. Before reporters could catch them and ask questions, they rushed to Ou Yan's face and respectfully said, "CEO Ou."
Everyone was stunned. This girl, who looked barely in her teens, was actually a heavyweight figure in a major corporation?
"Mr. Yan, you're finally here!" Celine, Vice President of Qingyan, whispered. "According to incomplete statistics, there are over twenty media outlets present..."
"What about those disfigured?" Ou Yan's aura dominated everyone, appearing both cool and aloof.
Suddenly, all the reporters rushed to her, holding their microphones and bombarding her with questions.
"May I ask who you are? Are you speaking on behalf of Qingyan?"
I see that Ms. Celine, the Vice President of Yan, is very respectful to you. Is your position above hers?
I heard that Qingyan's products cause skin problems. Have you used them? Let me know if you need anything else translated!
"Is Qingyan adding prohibited ingredients to their products in order to make a huge profit quickly, regardless of the safety of consumers?"
"Excuse me, would you be responsible for disfigurement?"
"May I ask how you plan to handle this situation?"
Dozens of cameras were pointed at the European beauty, and dozens of microphones were almost held right in front of her face. All the reporters asked questions one after another like machine guns, not giving her any time to think.
"Who disfigured you?" Ou Yan's voice carried the aloofness of a superior and an aura that intimidated everyone.
Over twenty media outlets have made way.
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