Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

She cried and wiped away tears again, for fear that outsiders would not be able to see her grievances.

Then she faced the camera and said in a deep tone: "We are not here for adjustment this time. No matter how much money they give us, I will fight them to the end! Even if I risk my life, I will fight for my son." Get some justice!"

"You are all witnesses. If they win, or if anything happens to us in the middle, it must be the professor! He just doesn't want us to have an easy time, so he finds someone to do it! You all have to be witnesses for me."

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There was a black Phaeton parked on the side of the road a few meters away. The Phaeton looked very low-key and inconspicuous from the outside.

The reporters were all immersed in the excitement of catching big news, and no one noticed the black car with a Beijing license plate on the side of the road.

All four windows of the Phaeton were rolled down, and people inside could hear the reporters and Wang Guifen crying outside.

Qiao Nian was sitting in the passenger seat, one arm resting on the open window, her dark eyes half-squinted, looking towards the bustling crowd.

Jiang Zongjin has arrived.

The reporter saw that the other party also came to the door of the court, and the spotlight was flashing without stopping.

"Professor Jiang, will you reconcile with the victim's family outside the family?"

"Professor Jiang, the victims' families said that you once wanted to bribe them with money to shut them up. Is this true?"

Jiang Zongjin looked haggard, and there was a mass of purple under his eyelids. It was obvious that he had not been able to sleep well in the past few days.

He remained silent, only silently fending off approaching reporters, and said politely, "Sorry, I won't accept interviews."

The reporter knew his background, and most people automatically made a way for him to pass, so let it go.

However, some unsighted self-media, in order to gain attention, stood in front of Jiang Zongjin at this time, handed over their mobile phones to take pictures of others, and even opened their mouths: "Professor Jiang, I heard that you have a daughter, your daughter Chasing the light? Does she know this about you? What did she say? Is she on your side or on the side of the victim? "

Jiang Zongjin maintained his proper demeanor from the beginning until he heard someone implicating Qiao Nian.

He rarely gets angry: "What does this have to do with my daughter?"

Seeing that he was angry, the self-media person shrank his neck and emboldened himself to start a live broadcast and said with a smile: "The victim is also a child. She is almost 20 after chasing the light, right? She is an adult at the age of 18. She She should have the ability to distinguish right from wrong. I'm just curious if she knows about your molestation, and if so, what is her opinion?"

Veins popped up on Jiang Zongjin's forehead. He clenched his fists and could hardly suppress his anger. He wanted to snatch his mobile phone on the spot: "My affairs have nothing to do with my daughter!"

The self-media person hid in the crowd and immediately shouted: "The phone has been stolen! The professor has stolen the phone."

"You!" Jiang Zongjin had never seen such a scoundrel before. He was so angry that his whole body was shaking, his fingertips were trembling, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

At this moment, someone walked through the crowd and walked in front of him, blocking the spotlight from the media reporters for him.

"I believe my dad, is there a problem?"

The girl's voice is clear but powerful.

Word by word, the words were spelled clearly enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

Jiang Zongjin was pulled behind her and when he realized Qiao Nian was coming, he was stunned for a moment, then his eyes turned red and his nose became sore: "Nian Nian."