She cried and wiped her tears, fearing that outsiders would not be able to see her grievance.
Then she faced the camera and said in a sad tone: "We are not here to mediate this time. No matter how much money they give us, I will fight them to the end! Even if it costs me my life, I want justice for my son!"
"You are all witnesses. If they win, or if anything happens to us, it must be the professor who did it! He doesn't want us to have an easy life, so he hired someone to do it! You all have to bear witness for me."
…
A black Phaeton was parked on the side of the road a few meters away. The Phaeton looked very low-key and inconspicuous from the outside.
The reporters were so immersed in the excitement of catching big news that no one noticed the black sedan with a Beijing license plate parked on the side of the road.
All four windows of the Phaeton were rolled down, and the people inside could hear the reporters and Wang Guifen's crying outside.
Qiao Nian sat in the passenger seat, with one arm resting on the open window, his dark eyes half-narrowed, looking towards the bustling crowd.
Jiang Zongjin has arrived.
The reporter saw the other party also arrived at the door of the court, and the spotlight kept flashing.
"Professor Jiang, would you like to reconcile with the victim's family?"
"Professor Jiang, the victims' families said that you tried to bribe them with money to keep them quiet. Is that true?"
Jiang Zongjim looked haggard, with a purple spot under his eyelids. It was obvious that he had not slept well in the past few days.
He remained silent throughout the whole process, only silently fending off the approaching reporters, and said politely: "Sorry, I don't accept interviews."
The reporters knew his background, so most of them automatically made way for him to pass.
However, some short-sighted self-media outlets, in order to attract attention, stood in front of Jiang Zongjin at this time, handed him their mobile phones to take pictures of him, and even asked: "Professor Jiang, I heard that you have a daughter. Is your daughter chasing light? Does she know about this? What does she say? Is she on your side or on the side of the victim?"
Jiang Zongjin maintained his composure from the beginning until he heard someone implicating Qiao Nian in the matter.
He was rarely angry: "What does this have to do with my daughter?"
Seeing that he was angry, the self-media person shrank his neck, and relying on his live broadcast, he mustered up the courage to laugh and said: "The victim is also a child. Zhui Guang is almost 20 years old, right? At the age of 18, she is an adult. She should be able to distinguish right from wrong. I am just curious whether she knows about your molestation. If she knows, what is her opinion."
Jiang Zongjin's forehead was bulging with veins, and he clenched his fists. He could hardly suppress his anger and tried to snatch his phone on the spot: "My business has nothing to do with my daughter!"
The self-media person hid in the crowd and immediately started shouting: "Someone is grabbing my phone! The professor is grabbing my phone."
"You!" Jiang Zongjim had never seen such a scoundrel before. He was so angry that his whole body was shaking and his fingertips were trembling. He didn't know how to deal with it.
At this moment, someone pushed through the crowd and came in front of him to block the spotlights of the media reporters for him.
"I believe my dad, is that a problem?"
The girl's voice is soft but powerful.
Every word was pronounced clearly enough for everyone present to hear.
Jiang Zongjin was pulled behind her. When he realized Qiao Nian was here, he was stunned for a moment, then his eyes turned red and his nose felt sore: "Nian Nian."
(End of this chapter)