"Insulting active-duty military personnel, deliberately fabricating and disseminating fictitious facts, degrading others' personality, or damaging their reputation, if the circumstances are serious, constitutes the crime of insult and defamation, punishable by imprisonment of up to three years, detention, public surveillance, or deprivation of political rights."

Gu Chengfeng's tone was extremely cold, each word like an icicle piercing straight into Chen Ting's heart.

Chen Ting's mind was buzzing. How could she still go to jail?

Her arrogance vanished completely, and she looked like a wilted eggplant. She hurriedly apologized to Feng Yanzhou: "Commissar Brother, I'm so sorry, it's my fault, I..."

Feng Yanzhou rolled her eyes. Just a moment ago she was calling him a pretty boy, but now she's calling him "Commissar Brother."

"If apologies were enough, what would we need the police for? Come with me!"

He reached out to grab Chen Ting, who was so frightened that she fell to the ground with a thud: "I won't go... I... I won't go..."

With this departure, she's completely finished!

Three years in prison!

She's a pillar of the performing arts troupe, the youngest soprano, and is about to marry the factory director's son. With such a bright future ahead of her, she has no intention of going to jail.

"This is not up to you! You can just wait to go to jail!" Feng Yanzhou was too lazy to argue with her and went directly to ask Zhou Ying for a phone.

How dare they spread rumors about him and his sister-in-law! This is intolerable!

Seeing this, Chen Ting, quick-witted and with a sudden burst of courage, slapped herself twice.

"I'm sorry, there's something wrong with my eyes, I... I'm also out of my mind, I misread it, I was just talking nonsense, please forgive me, okay?"

No one expected Chen Ting to pull this stunt.

Is this... a case of pretending to be mentally ill?