Chuan Shu Qi Leng: I am no longer worthy of this vicious female supporting role.

The whispers between the two seemed to be secretive, but in fact everyone could hear them. Of course Hao Jian could also hear them, and he was indignant for a moment.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Me"

The speaker didn't care what Hao Jian's reaction was, he just said,

"What are you talking about? Could it be that we were wrong? As the people's eyes and ears, when did journalists become your sole voice? Once a news report is published without any verification, don't you know that it will What impact will it have on the parties involved?”

"Not only do you know, but you also deliberately incite public sentiment, you don't deserve to be called a journalist."

Another person also sharply pointed out Hao Jian's disguise. They also saw Hao Jian's report before they came back. As colleagues, they naturally knew how this report would cause trouble to the parties concerned. It is unknown whether the girls will be forced to commit suicide by this report.

Song Sangsang looked at the others and whispered into the ears of the three Fu Zhuns, asking,

"Third brother, who are they?"

Fu Zhunyan introduced briefly and comprehensively that they were reporters from the provincial newspaper invited by Fu Lingyou. His uncle had already given them the information in their hands, and even made a special effort to sell it off. There was also a surprise waiting for Song Sangsang.

"Three Brothers"

"Buddha said it cannot be said now"

Song Sangsang had no choice but to focus on what was in front of her. All the people supporting her were here, so why not get started? The reporters invited by her uncle were just right. Song Sangsang turned back to the house and took out a pile of paper. There are her previous hospitalization records, as well as certificates from neighbors and doctors in the factory.

As soon as he came out of the house, Song Sangsang handed the things to the reporter of the provincial newspaper, that is to say, the two people who spoke, then faced everyone,

"Dear fellow villagers, does anyone still remember when I first came to our Sujia Village? Is anyone willing to say something to Hao Jian, a reporter from Lin'an Daily?"

After hearing this, everyone immediately cooperated. Several aunts and aunts couldn't help but feel a little distressed when they recalled Song Sangsang's arrival.

"When Sangsang first came here, she was thin, black, and small. She looked the same as the other dolls in the village. She didn't feel like a city citizen at all."

"Sang Sang had a white cloth wrapped around his head when he first arrived. He couldn't even do anything after work."

"Yes, Jianjun said that his head was injured."

Everyone was talking, and every word was filled with feelings for Song Sangsang who had just returned to the countryside. The more they talked, the more angry they became. It was all the fault of this messy reporter, otherwise Song Sangsang would not have let her scars go away.

"Comrade Hao Jian, I solemnly declare once again, and for the last time, that I was driven to the countryside by this family just to keep Ling Xiangxiang in the city. If I didn't want to, they would break my head. Fortunately, I am lucky. After surviving, you said, would you like to have such a family for you?"

"The reason why I am alive now is because of my luck, not because of the kindness Song Jianguo's family has towards me."

"Come on, let's see, let's see what kind of wolf-hearted parents you are talking about. A man who cheated on his wife when his wife was seriously ill, a man who watched his stepmother abuse his daughter, a stepmother who talks sweetly but is a swordsman. You want to send you”

"I gave my life to them long before I went to the countryside. They will have nothing to do with me from now on. By the way, you reminded me. I will publish it in the newspaper later to sever the relationship between father and daughter."

Song Sangsang's tone was calm, but every word was sharp, lifting the fig leaf that Song Jianguo and his wife had not said, and once again thoroughly expressed their demands.

The reporter from the provincial newspaper was looking at those things and taking pictures, and his eyes were full of pity for Song Sangsang. Anyone who saw a few-year-old girl struggling wildly would be moved and tearful.

When the things came into Hao Jian's hands, Hao Jian was completely dumbfounded. This was completely inconsistent with what Song Jianguo and his wife said at the beginning. But now he was in a difficult position, so he could only evade the important and change the topic.

"I will verify what you said, but now your parents have realized that they have done something wrong. They want to apologize to you and want you to go home, but you ignore them. What do you say to this?"

Song Sangsang sneered,

"Did you do something wrong? Pull it down. This couple will never realize their mistake at all. If it wasn't profitable, how could they come to me?"

"Okay, stop making ink here. Go back and tell them that what they want is impossible. Don't worry about it."

Fu Lingyou also pointed to the provincial newspaper reporter beside him and said,

"As for your report, someone will refute it later, so just wait to be punished."