Liu Yanmei and Wu Changming, standing just outside the exit, were positioned perfectly to witness the spectacle unfolding.
Chen Lin approached the microphone with an air of calm control, her gaze flickering to where Liu Yanmei was standing. She made sure her voice was loud enough for the woman to hear every word.
She tilted her head slightly and spoke, her voice smooth yet cutting, "I don't blame Liu Yanmei for what she's done," Chen Lin began, her tone almost reflective. "After all, even a shadow needs light to exist. Imagine being my shadow for years, only to find out we share the same bloodline—I'd be bitter too."
The crowd buzzed with whispers, cameras snapping furiously.
Chen Lin's faint smile didn't waver as she continued.
"But let's not forget, no matter what she does or how hard she tries, a shadow remains just that—a shadow. I earned my career, every step of it. Her path, on the other hand, was handed to her on a silver platter. And that's the difference between us."
