As soon as these words came out, the whole audience gasped.
Immediately, the discussion outside the court was like boiling water, and people from all directions were looking at Luo Wanqing.
Seeing this, the host hurriedly came on stage and tried to control the scene. Luo Wanqing raised his hand to signal the other party not to move.
She looked directly at the man, their eyes facing each other, with a calm and calm face.
"This journalist friend, there are more than just cameras on your family. Everything you say will be notarized in court."
"Today you tell me, Luo Wanqing, what bad things I have done, and I will bear the consequences alone. But if you didn't, and you slandered me in public, I will definitely sue you for defamation."
Ming Ming's body looks so thin, but his words are sonorous and powerful.
The reporter was stunned for a moment, his eyes slightly retreating.
Soon, he stiffened his neck and said, "Okay."
Luo Wanqing didn't answer, and looked at him with a half-smile, as if waiting for the next step.
It was clearly the expression of the crooked eyebrows, but the reporter felt the hair on his back. He squeezed the microphone tightly to encourage himself and spoke.
"Everyone knows that Song Changheng sexually assaulted a young girl a few days ago, which caused a big fuss on Weibo. Although Song Changheng later escaped and went abroad, the hostess of that incident was the person on stage, Luo Wanqing, as everyone calls it
Mr. Luo!"
The words were like thunder on the ground, sending waves into the crowd.
All kinds of looks came at him, and Luo Wanqing accepted them all.
She became angry when she mentioned this matter.
Song Changheng looked honest, but in fact he was so cunning that he even thought of going abroad to avoid the charges and fled, leaving Song Yayue in the country.
Song Yayue has nothing wrong, and others can't do anything to her.
For a moment, Luo Wanqing narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the faces of the people in the audience, and said slowly.
"Indeed, the heroine in the processed audio is indeed me."
After saying these words, the reporter's face became obviously proud, and he seemed to have the feeling of being a villain.
"but."
Luo Wanqing changed the topic, "Please tell me, this reporter friend, what bad things did I do in this whole thing?"
The expression on the reporter's face suddenly stopped, he frowned and his tone was a bit incomprehensible.
"Why do you, a stained person, become the director of Heru Welfare Institute? Why do you speak on stage in such a sacred and clean place!"
"You are an unclean woman. You were touched by a man when you were only a teenager. And if it weren't for you, the Song family would not be separated. Wouldn't all the mistakes be caused by you?"
A tone that sounded quite indignant reached his ears. Luo Wanqing lowered his eyes and looked at the person in the audience, feeling a little funny.
Luo Wanqing's light eyes suddenly turned violent, and Luo Wanqing stared straight at the man, leaving him with nowhere to escape.
"Let's not talk about it. I escaped on my own that day without being harmed by Song Changheng."
"Even if such a cruel thing really happened to me that day, it's not me who should be cast aside and cursed!"
"When something goes wrong, instead of blaming Song Changheng, who really deserves to be punished, you shout here about the victim's guilt. You hold a microphone that can spread your words, but you say such nonsense. You are worthy of being a journalist.
These five words!"
Not only did Luo Wanqing not bow his head in shame as he imagined, but his words were even more sonorous and powerful.
For a moment, the reporter couldn't help being stunned.
More and more disgusted eyes were cast on him. The reporter became visibly panicked, and his originally arrogant fatherly speech became distorted and trembling.
"This is a fallacy, a fallacy! Then why did you show up at his house that day? If you hadn't taken the initiative to throw yourself into his arms and looked like you didn't need sex, would he have touched you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a howl like a slaughtering pig rang out.
I saw the reporter who was so majestic just now, with two streaks of red hanging under the tip of his nose. He fell into the crowd, and the camera he brought also fell to the ground.
The air pressure in the hall dropped sharply, and it seemed to be even colder than the freezing weather outside.
The reporter covered his nose and raised his head, then met a pair of frightening eyes.
He was agitated and subconsciously shrank twice.
Gu Lanchen was seen standing upright, staring down at the people on the ground.
His long broken hair was hanging down, covering his gloomy eyes. There was a little red mark on the back of his hand, which seemed to be the reporter's...
"You can curse again and try."
"I'll kill you."
Tons of air pressure dropped, and the reporter's pupils widened. He opened his mouth to fight back, but after talking for a long time, tears fell first.
Not only does a grown man slander women in public, but he only cries when he is beaten, making him look like a loser.
In the stalemate atmosphere, Luo Wanqing still shouted "Second Uncle" on the stage. Gu Lan and Chen Caisen glanced at the reporters coldly and returned to their seats.
"You, you are a nest of snakes and rats, I'm going to sue you! I'm going to sue you for beating someone!"
The reporter was sitting in the crowd, crying even more. He even dropped one of his shoes. His whole person was funny and ridiculous.
"Before you sue us, consider how to negotiate with my lawyer."
"Slandering someone in public will make your life more and more difficult."
After saying that, Luo Wanqing shouted coldly, "Security, drag this person out!"
As the man was dragged away, the farce barely came to an end.
But Luo Wanqing did not step down, and still held the microphone in his little hand.
"Since the issue of female assault has been mentioned today, I will say a few more words."
"Just a few days ago, the weather in Jincheng was bad, so the special psychological institution established in the north of the city was not able to officially meet with you."
"Since the day I decided to expose Song Changheng, I knew that sooner or later, this matter would be brought up to make a big fuss about."
Having just experienced something like that, the girl on the stage showed no signs of disorder.
Not only did she deal with the troublemaker and express her attitude, she was also able to speak so calmly at this moment.
Nineteen-year-old Luo Wanqing looks childish, but he is really mature and stable beyond his years.
For a moment, the chaotic hall became silent. Apart from the cold wind whistling outside, the only voice in the entire hall was Luo Wanqing's own voice.
"In recent years, there have been endless incidents of women being violated on the Internet. Some have been resolved, and some have not."
"Our special psychological institution is an institution specially established for women who have been violated."
"It is open 24 hours a day and is a purely charitable institution. No matter if you encounter persecution at two o'clock in the afternoon, eight o'clock in the evening, or three o'clock in the morning, you can escape here."
"We will provide free help to every woman who has been subjected to domestic violence, violation, or restriction. This includes but is not limited to providing meals, psychological counseling, legal consultation... and a series of help."