There are many comments.
The netizens are filled with righteous indignation.
More than eighty percent of netizens focused their attention on how scantily clad Zoey Leaf was.
Occasionally someone rebutted, saying it’s September, Cloud Capital’s summer is so hot, it’s only normal for girls to wear sundresses.
Soon, these voices were drowned out by the netizens’ curses.
Leaving behind only one-sided claims of "serves her right, she’s not a good person."
Mia Ginger gripped her phone, the insults seem to rush at her, carrying a suffocating force, like a powerful big hand tightly squeezing her slender neck, about to take her life the next moment.
She breathed heavily, stifled all the way, getting off the car, she still couldn’t find the words.
Little Patten waved to her from afar.
He hurriedly ran to her and said urgently, "He has been sent to the emergency room, only Uncle Leaf and a neighbor are there, I’m afraid he can’t handle those reporters, we better hurry over."
Mia Ginger didn’t reply, silently following him.
The two arrived outside the first-floor emergency room.
The wide corridor was filled with media reporters carrying cameras, seeing two more people come, they suddenly surged as if injected with adrenaline.
"What is your relation to the deceased college student?"
"Are you friends with Classmate Leaf?"
"What was her lifestyle like?"
"What do you think about her situation?"
The sharp questions seemed like interrogation, also like flashing swords, Little Patten had obviously witnessed this before, biting his lip hard, shielding Mia Ginger’s face with one hand, and whispering, "Sister Mia, don’t mind them."
Mia Ginger clenched her hand beside her, through the chaotic crowd, she hazily saw Zoey Leaf’s father.
A man nearly fifty years old, wearing a crumpled short-sleeve shirt, long accustomed to cowardice, with tousled gray hair, squatting helplessly at the entrance of the operating room.
"Classmate, say a few words!"
"Yes, do you know about Classmate Leaf’s death?"
"I know!" Mia Ginger suddenly raised her head, her gaze was as sharp as a knife.
"Why are you cursing?!"
"From Eastern Peak Village, there’s no manners at all!"
"What a waste of looks!"
"Tsk tsk, looks like someone wants to get famous!"
The gathered journalists were both annoyed and angry, whispering with contempt and shock, but their hands didn’t stop, snapping photos rapidly.
Mia Ginger couldn’t suppress the anger in her heart anymore, she directly grabbed a camera from the female journalist next to her and smashed it towards another photographer’s head, after a burst of chaotic screams, the narrowly dodging man shouted angrily, just on the weekend, the hospital was much less crowded than usual, being in the emergency department, even after such a commotion, no doctors on duty came over.
Mia Ginger stood in place with a flushed face, breathing heavily twice.
A dozen reporters stood opposite her, holding cameras but not taking photos, just staring at her in a daze.
The media industry developed extremely fast, with newspapers, websites, gossip magazines, and more in uncountable numbers.
The industry’s fierce competition is comparable to a battlefield slaughter.