Momo's interviews had always been sharp, incisive, and merciless.
That style was sometimes very appealing, especially to people who wanted to see powerful figures lose their tempers in embarrassment.
But at other times, it made viewers harbor a certain malice toward the host and feel repulsed, because his style could wound people with softer hearts.
Momo sized up Jiana. When Lin Qi had told him that someone was going to step forward, his first reaction had been disbelief.
Afterward, he read Jiana's personal profile and couldn't help sighing. The Federation was great and inspired people's love precisely because there were people willing to face society's deepest wounds head-on.
If no one spoke up, these things would never change. In the end, they would become a custom, a habit—an accepted evil that people no longer cared about and were no longer willing to speak out against.
But someone was willing to do it, despite the enormous risks. Part of him thought the girl was an idiot, while another part deeply admired her.
Because he knew he couldn't do it himself. All he could do was admire those who could.
Close contact allowed him to sense a kind of strength and sharpness in the woman before him.
They hadn't rehearsed together, nor was there a script. Everything was open and unscripted. Anyone could speak and say whatever they wanted, and no one would stop anyone else.
Momo's thoughts churned, but his expression remained perfectly controlled, without the slightest change. He even asked in a seemingly rational voice—so rational that it bordered on coldness—
"You know that you've become a celebrity, right? You've offended some people, but you've also gained the respect and support of others."
"Whether it's hatred and disgust, or affection, respect, and support, these are all expressions of influence. Your