These netizens often get very agitated.
Rong Chang ignored her.
Anyway, she doesn't act anymore.
However, many friends in the industry still called her to offer their condolences and sympathy.
A few days later, Zhong's father learned of Zhong Ru's unexpected death.
He cried as he got off the plane when he returned to China.
When Rong Shang went to pick him up, she didn't know how the news had leaked out.
A group of reporters had been waiting near the airport for a long time.
As soon as Rong Shang appeared with Zhong's father, the group of people immediately surrounded them.
The camera was shoved right in their faces.
Click click click.
Filming.
Every single one is a close-up.
Even now, some reporters say that Zhong Ru committed suicide because she couldn't think straight.
He was already suffering enough from the loss of his daughter, and now some reporters are trying to profit from his tragedy.
Mr. Zhong frowned in disgust.
With a wave of his hand, he knocked the microphone at the front of the machine away.
"Stop filming, you bunch of social scum."
Zhong Ru did not commit suicide, no!
These people clearly know the cause of her death, so why are they still spouting nonsense?
"Stop filming! Stop filming!"
Mr. Zhong was very sad.
His eyes were red and swollen from crying, and his hands, which were dragging the suitcase, were trembling.
One can imagine the immense setbacks he endured along the way.
Zhong Ru was disobedient, but in the end, she was still his biological daughter.
Now that she has been murdered, Mr. Zhong's heart is broken.
He even started blaming himself.
If he had known she was with that old man back then, he could have stopped her in time, and perhaps things would be different today...
In her pain, her daughter beside her was pushed by someone.
The reporter pressed on, "Mr. Zhong, everyone is saying that your two daughters don't get along. As their father, are you aware of the grudges and conflicts between them?"
The woman who spoke was in her early forties. She wore black-rimmed glasses and her eyes shone with a sharp, piercing light.
Just now, she was the one who pushed Rong Shang.
Rong Chang remembered it.
Her repeated claims that Zhong Xia and Zhong Ru were at odds clearly indicated that she wanted to shift public opinion onto Zhong Xia.
At this point, Mr. Zhong was no longer confused.
He narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp.
"No, what do you mean by this?" He went up and knocked the glasses off the female reporter's face.
This was probably the first time Mr. Zhong had ever hit someone, and the other party was a woman.
Perhaps they were truly driven to desperation.
At the airport, in front of so many people, he couldn't control his emotions and said, "Our Zhong Ru was murdered."
"This has nothing to do with Zhong Xia."
"You reporters do nothing but rub salt into other people's wounds all day long. Are you even human?"
They were taught a lesson.
The reporters watching exchanged glances, touched their noses, and looked somewhat embarrassed.
Mr. Zhong had no patience to waste time with this group of people. He turned to the side, grabbed Rong Shang's arm, and squeezed forward.
"Move aside, move aside." He said irritably.
The female reporter whose glasses were knocked off only realized what had happened at this point.
When Rong Shang heard the camera clicking, she turned around and saw that the camera was filming her face.
They were also recording audio, saying something about someone being assaulted, or a celebrity assaulting a reporter.
What?
What celebrity?
It was clearly Zhong's father who knocked her glasses off.
She's just adding and changing a few lines herself, and now she's trying to frame someone for hitting her?
hehe.
Rong Chang gave a cold laugh.
She had long disliked these reporters.
All they do all day long is nitpick about other people's lives and entertainment.
She narrowed her eyes.
A cold wind swept by.
Snap!
Suddenly, all the reporters' cameras fell from their hands and hit the insteps of their feet.
"Ah!" Suddenly, a group of people screamed in agony.
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