Don't let more people see this. Whether it's a boy or a stolen child, it can't be covered up by the so-called debt of gratitude for raising them.
The reporters did not interrupt Mo Yan as she spoke.
This is a live stream.
Everyone was watching this scene. Some people didn't understand, some cursed, and some remained silent.
But there are also some people who silently watch them and understand that feeling in their hearts.
They also want to go back to their parents and be with their biological parents, but they are afraid that others will call them ungrateful.
They also want to go back to their biological parents, but they are afraid of gossip.
Others want to go home, but their biological parents have new children, making their existence another kind of awkward situation.
"Because of the existence of people like them."
These people refer to human traffickers, those who abduct, steal, buy, or sell children.
That's why there are so many broken families.
I feel like these people are a vicious cycle; they all deserve to die!
Mo Yan disregarded her own emotions and directly told everyone her disgust and dislike.
"Aren't you afraid of what others will say? WeChat, rumors, and all those unpleasant voices and comments—I'm sure you've heard a lot of them lately."
Mo Yan nodded; she had certainly heard a lot. She smiled and looked at the reporter.
"I think this is a good thing. People are discussing this matter, whether it's good or bad, which shows that people are paying attention to the issue itself."
I don't care if others insult me, and I don't care if I get insulted badly.
What I care about is whether this matter has received any attention.
I'm very happy to see that everyone is paying attention to and discussing this matter.
This shows that people actually care a lot about such things.
This shows that people are watching and thinking.
I think the outcome of this matter and how the court will rule are things for later. The best thing is that everyone is paying attention and discussing it.
reporter:"???"
This was something they hadn't considered; they hadn't expected Mo Yan to think this way.
But upon closer reflection, it does seem to be true.
The outcome of this matter is no longer so important, because it has already attracted everyone's attention and has been pushed to a high level by netizens. Their continuous discussion has already given Mo Yan the result she wanted.
"So you're not thinking about winning this case."
It's not that I want my adoptive parents to lose the case; do you just want everyone to discuss this matter?
Mo Yan's lips curled up slightly. She found this reporter rather interesting; was this reporter setting a trap for her, wanting her to answer yes or no?
"Of course I want to win. I want everyone to know that no matter when, the law will give us justice. It may be a little late, but it will definitely come."
It's always like this, no matter when.
The discussions that took place during this process made me feel that everything I did was worthwhile.
Keep it up, everyone! Speak freely, say what you want to say, and share your thoughts.
Only through continuous discussion and exploration in this process can we know what the final result will be, right?
We are all growing, and this discussion process will give us some food for thought.
Then it was worth it.
Netizens have been watching this live stream, wanting to see what Mo Yan is really thinking.
Some people were hurling insults, while others kept spouting defamatory remarks.
Some have hired online trolls to constantly control the comments.
However, some people also share their thoughts with everyone on the platform.
Especially those biological parents who have lost their children.
They also want everyone to know their thoughts.
They seemed to have found a way, and they all recorded their own journeys.
They also posted their videos on short video platforms, sharing their hardships in searching for their children over the years and laying bare their pain for everyone to discuss and reflect upon.
The girl was right. It doesn't matter if they are scolded or talked about.
What they want is not everyone's approval, but for everyone to pay attention to these issues and discuss them.
"Hello everyone, my name is Wang Hong. My child was abducted more than ten years ago."
My world collapsed. I felt like my whole world had turned dark. I kept searching. My husband and I went out to work and earn money while searching. We sold our house, our car, and everything we could sell.
We searched and searched for our child, and finally we found him, but he had already become someone else's child.
We finally found our child, and we couldn't wait to rush up and hug him tightly.
I wanted to take the child home, but the child said that he couldn't let down his adoptive parents who had raised him.
We want to sue them, but the child says they are his parents.
We are in so much pain, so much pain. What do all our years of hard work and hatred matter?
I really, really want to sue them.
But I'm also afraid that my child won't recognize me.
Now I understand, I can't just think of myself, and I can't just think of my child.
My child no longer wants to have anything to do with us, and doesn't want parents like us.
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