She was a very young girl, and when she turned around and left after filming, her face was completely exposed to the surveillance camera.

Song Sixing took a few screenshots and transferred them to his mobile phone. After thanking the security staff, he turned and walked out.

While standing outside the elevator waiting for the elevator, he held his mobile phone in one hand, logged into his Weibo account, edited a post, and posted the screenshot on his mobile phone.

His account is authenticated by the hospital, and most of the people who follow him are colleagues or patients. This account is rarely used, and after the post is published, there are only a few comments and reposts.

Seeing that the popularity was not high, he simply paid someone to come and push the post to the top of the trending searches.

After doing all this, Song Sixing got on the elevator.

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Lin Qingqing hid in the apartment Song Yibai prepared for her. She was afraid that her real identity would be discovered, but she couldn't help but pay attention.

Mrs. Lin doesn't use a smartphone and doesn't pay attention to Weibo, so she has no idea what Lin Qingqing posted online.

Seeing that Lin Qingqing hid in the room after returning from the hospital and did not open the door even after knocking, Sister Lin was a little worried and asked at the door:

"Qingqing, what did the doctor say? Is there anything wrong with your wound?"

Lin Qingqing was annoyed by the scolding on the v-blog. Through the door, she replied impatiently: "It's okay! Don't bother me anymore!"

"Qingqing...it's because I'm incompetent that I can't give you a good life, but you can't take what others have just because you don't have it."

"Even more so, you can't ruin Miss Song's clothes and then frame Miss Song. If it weren't for Old Madam Song and the others' kindness in not making a fuss, how could we afford the compensation?"

Be kind and don't care about anything?

Lin Qingqing sneered disdainfully. If she didn't have something on Song Yibai, would Song Yibai not care?

Is Mrs. Song kind?

My mother was kicked out by the people in the old house, but she still thinks the people in the old house are good?

She just thought her mother was extremely stupid and didn't want to say anything more to her. She slid the screen a little impatiently and logged into her Weibo account.

I originally wanted to have some peace and quiet, but suddenly I found that there were more people scolding me on the big account.

"The person in the surveillance video is the blogger, right? Don't argue. Even though the photos in your album are beautified to level 10, it's still clear that they're the same person in the surveillance video."

"These days, ugly people are the ones who do the most bad things. They just take a few sneak shots and start making rumors."

"Song Jin was just contacting her brother to tell him that Grandpa was in the hospital, and you spread rumors like this."

"This blogger is so ugly, and his heart is even uglier. What grudge or vengeance would compel you to smear Song Jin so hard? And you've proven her innocent twice... I'm starting to get a little conspiracy-theorist."

"I kind of feel that way too... The blogger seems to be specifically targeting Song Jin. This is a smurf account, and the few updates she's made are all about stirring up trouble."

"Song Jin is my classmate. The person in the surveillance screenshot is Song Yibai's follower... Then she madly slandered Song Jin. Think about it carefully."

"So, this is actually because Song Yibai is jealous of the legitimate daughter, so he asked his henchmen to use a shilling to slander her?"

"I feel a little sympathetic towards Song Jin now. She's clearly innocent, but her brother directly scolded her and even posted on Weibo to support Song Yibai, the illegitimate daughter. If you didn't know, you would think he was Song Yibai's biological brother, hahaha."

"Oh yeah, I just checked. Top-tier Song deleted the v-blog post supporting his illegitimate daughter and posted a dry apology to Song Jin."

"Hahahaha, I'm about to laugh my head off. What kind of brother is this? If he were my brother, I'd smash his head into pieces."