Seeing Lin Chunju's expression, the reporters swarmed forward even more.
The security guards from the TV station struggled to maintain order.
The reporters stared intently at Lin Chunju, eager to extract any words from her mouth.
Would it be a reprimand or an insult?
Yes, they were deliberately provoking the Yue family.
Only in this way could they create more news highlights, gain more sensational content, and sell more newspapers.
Especially since the Yue family came from the countryside, they might not even be literate, with coarse natures.
What good words could one expect from people like that?
Then Lin Chunju finally spoke.
"Make way, don't block the path."
Unwilling to give up, some pushed their way forward, thrusting the microphone towards Lin Chunju.
"What do you have to say about your family stealing someone else's child?"
This question was quite rude, as if already convicting the Yue family before the matter was clarified.
Everyone was eagerly waiting to see how Lin Chunju, a rural old lady, would respond to such a question.
Lin Chunju faced the microphone and spoke loudly.
"If I'm guilty, then the law should punish me, not a reporter like you blocking the road."
The reporter's face turned pale immediately, feeling insulted.
"What do you mean by that? Are you avoiding answering because you're feeling guilty?"
"If the Yue family really stole the child, why didn't they report it? They might not have known to report it back then, but they can report it now. So who's really feeling guilty?"
The reporter didn't expect the old lady to be so clear and straightforward, not avoiding the issue but hitting the nail on the head.
Indeed, Zhuang Rouhui had been going on about child-stealing on the program.
But this was clearly already a legal matter.
Why hadn't she reported it?
The reporter was rendered speechless, but didn't want to appear cowardly in front of a rural old lady.
"You're just making excuses. Maybe they just can't find the evidence to prove you stole a child, so they can't report it."
Lin Chunju looked at him with a look as if seeing an ignorant person.
"Are you a product of the cracks in compulsory education? If victims needed to find evidence to solve a case, then what are the police for? The only reason they're afraid to report is because they're lying."
Grandma Lin declared loudly in an impatient yet commanding tone.
"How many times has this person spoken? Are they the host arranged for today?"
The rhetorical question made those around burst out laughing.
Rivals in the same field are enemies; someone had long been annoyed by this person pushing through to grab resources.
They all reprimanded him.
"Can't you ask some meaningful questions? What's all this nonsense?"
"Are you a policeman passing judgment, solving cases with a microphone?"
The reporter turned red and was driven away by security.
"Make way, the program is about to start, don't delay the recording time."
Finally, the three of them entered the TV station.
Yue Qingqing looked at her grandma with starry eyes.
"Grandma, you're amazing, so logical and organized."
Lin Chunju chuckled, "That's why they say old ginger is spicier; those people are not worth much."
Tang Zhubiao personally came out to greet them, apologizing profusely: "It's been so busy, we've doubled today's security, yet we didn't expect so many people."
Lin Chunju waved it off, indicating it was no problem.
Looking at the straightforward old lady before him, Tang Zhubiao realized he naturally had a bias.
He quickly shook his head to dismiss such thoughts from his mind.
As a director, he should observe this matter objectively without bias, otherwise, the camera language might inevitably carry subjective tones.
"Director Tang, thank you for your trouble this time."
Seeing Yue Qingqing's sweet smile, Tang Zhubiao sighed inwardly.
But how could he be completely objective?
However, the other side was not unprepared, and what the truth was, even he couldn't figure out.
Alas, the more argued, the clearer the logic. Let him and the audiences nationwide watch it unfold together.