Chapter 86: My Daughter Is Only Twelve Years Old

Shang Yiran coldly looked up at the reporters who poked their microphones into his face.

At first, he was indeed angry when he saw those photos, but seeing these reporters could talk nonsense and set him up with groundless charges based on a carefully processed photo, this instead made him calm down.

At this moment, do the reporters who are righteous and heartbroken in front of him really want to know the truth and return justice to the victim?

No, they just want to pin the charge of molesting a minor on him, and then write a big news story that attracts attention.

"I haven't done those things."

Shang Yiran raised his volume and emphasized: "I believe the court and relevant departments will return my justice."

Those reporters saw Shang Yiran speak, and they were as excited as evil dogs smelling bones, constantly pressing the camera shutter, unwilling to let go of any subtle expression of his.

That reporter who was as thin as a bamboo pole curled his lips and asked aggressively: "The evidence is all here, do you still want to quibble? You are a pervert who rapes underage girls! Oh, I remember you have a nine-year-old sister who died accidentally last year. Now, do I have a legitimate reason to suspect that she was played to death by you... Ah!"

Before the reporter finished speaking, he was kicked out by Shang Yiran, who was in a rage.

"Yiran, calm down!"

Zhou Ping saw Shang Yiran couldn't help but make a move, and hurriedly reached out to hold him tightly.

There were cameras all around, and he was sure that the scene of Shang Yiran hitting someone just now would definitely be made a big deal.

But Shang Yiran had been completely angered by the reporter at this time.

He still hadn't walked out of the sadness of his sister's passing, and the reporter's malicious speculation had touched his last reverse scale.

"Ah!"

"Shang Yiran, are you angry because I hit the nail on the head?"

"Ah! Crazy! Shang Yiran is crazy, pull him away!"

"Justice will be late, but it will never be absent! Shang Yiran, you will be punished!"

It wasn't until the reporter was almost beaten to death by Shang Yiran that the people around finally pulled the furious Shang Yiran to the side with all their strength.

The reporter who was beaten by Shang Yiran with more air out than in looked at Shang Yiran with eyes full of resentment.

"Shang Yiran, you will pay the price for your actions sooner or later! You are a scumbag, I must let everyone see your ugly face!"

After the reporters were dispersed, Shang Yiran was escorted into the villa.

Shang Yiran's face was gloomy, and his fingers were also scratched when he hit someone just now, and blood was dripping down constantly.

However, he walked forward slowly in silence as if he had no feeling at all.

Zhou Ping contacted the company's public relations team with an anxious face, telling them exactly what happened outside the villa just now.

However, the speed of information dissemination was already very fast. Just after they returned to the villa, the video and photos of Shang Yiran hitting someone just now were already circulating on the Internet.

Coupled with the exaggerated descriptions of those reporters, Shang Yiran had already been labeled with a low-quality label of moral corruption.

The indignant netizens left messages and swiped the screen, asking Shang Yiran to get out of the entertainment industry, and expressed sympathy for the reporter who was beaten and injured by Shang Yiran.

No one cared what the reporter said, and no one cared why Shang Yiran hit someone.

At this time, the dirty water splashed on Shang Yiran had become a fuel for netizens to carnival, and the entire entertainment industry was boiling for it.

After about five minutes, Zhou Ping received a call from the senior management of Tian Feng Entertainment.

The other party didn't give him a chance to explain, scolded him bloody, and even threatened to suspend him for review if he didn't calm the matter down.

Zhou Ping hung up the phone with a pale face and turned to look at Shang Yiran sitting on the sofa.

"Yiran, no matter how angry you are, you can't make a move. Those paparazzi are deliberately trying to anger you and force you to make a move, so you can send the handle to their hands yourself. You have been in the industry for so long, why are you still so impatient?"

Zhou Ping was heartbroken, but he saw Shang Yiran staring at his sister's photo frame on the coffee table.

In the end, he shook his head helplessly and swallowed the blame that was about to come out.

That reporter was indeed mean-mouthed.

Zhou Ping could understand Shang Yiran's approach, and even felt that the reporter deserved to be beaten, but other netizens didn't know the truth.

Under the intentional incitement of the reporters, netizens only felt that Shang Yiran hitting someone was angry and lawless, and they would feel that Shang Yiran did it so excessively, and everything he suffered was justified.

"Ding ling ling..."

Just when Zhou Ping was overwhelmed and thinking about how to minimize the harm of public opinion, Shang Yiran's mobile phone on the coffee table rang.

Zhou Ping glanced down at the caller ID, no note, but the number was very familiar.

Soon he remembered that the owner of this number was the father of the underage girl.

Zhou Ping was startled and hurriedly snatched the phone before Shang Yiran picked it up.

"I'll answer this call for you, don't be impulsive."

Zhou Ping pressed the answer button, and a cold and hoarse man's voice immediately came from the receiver:

"Have you received the court's notice?"

Zhou Ping calmly turned on the recording function, and then negotiated with the other party calmly.

"Hello, I am Shang Yiran's manager Zhou Ping. You can mention any requirements you have to me. As long as you are willing to return justice to Shang Yiran in front of the outside world, I can satisfy any conditions."

The middle-aged man on the other end of the phone was furious after hearing Zhou Ping's words:

"What kind of ghost talk are you saying? Am I the kind of person who can sacrifice my daughter for money?"

"Shang Yiran is a scumbag. He did such a disgusting thing to my daughter, I must sue him to go to jail!"

Seeing Li Qiang refute so hard, if it were someone who didn't know the truth, they would really think he was standing up for his daughter in righteous indignation.

Clearly, he was a bastard who would do anything to blackmail, but he had to occupy the moral high ground.

Zhou Ping had a headache from being angered by him, but he endured his anger and persuaded him:

"Li Qiang, before, your daughter almost dropped out of school, and the tuition and book fees were all paid by Shang Yiran. And Shang Yiran also paid to set up a cafeteria in the school, so that poor students like your daughter could eat nutritious lunches."

"Now you are turning black and white in front of the media to smear Shang Yiran for the sake of profit. Won't you feel uneasy?"

"So what if Shang Yiran paid tuition for my daughter? Isn't he also using this to sell his persona as a philanthropist?"

Li Qiang snorted disdainfully: "Besides, does the fact that he paid for my daughter to go to school mean I should send my daughter to him for him to ruin? My daughter is only twelve years old and doesn't know anything yet. Is Shang Yiran still a human?" ===== CHAPTER 87 =====