"Objection, objection!!!"
In the very front row, the bespectacled reporter disregarded the occasion, threw down her camera, and shouted at the top of her lungs, chin raised as she demanded, "Mister Ji, don't you think this is objectifying people and turning their suffering into entertainment?"
In the sudden silence, the entire venue fell deathly quiet.
Backstage, Yu Shu's face turned livid. He looked at his assistant and glared. "What the hell did you do? Which outlet is she from?"
"I-I didn't expect this either! Didn't you say all partner media could be seated up front?" The assistant was on the verge of tears, wishing he could hang himself backstage. "I really don't know!"
"At ease, at ease. If someone wants to cause trouble, there's no way you can stop them." Old Gou, who was smoking beside them, shook his head. "Unlucky fellows are everywhere."
Without the slightest hesitation, the security guards on either side approached with dark expressions, preparing to drag her away.
But before they could, Ji Jue raised a hand from the stage, stopping them.
Completely unconcerned by her provocation and disruption, his expression remained undisturbed as he looked down at the face struggling to suppress a smile. "You mean I shouldn't help them stand up again?"
"That's not the same thing at all!"
The reporter glared, her expression growing ever more righteous and solemn. "Life is priceless! Why should they be made to risk their lives for this sort of performance? Isn't there a more dignified way? I—"
"Mm."
Ji Jue nodded. "Of course there is."
The impassioned expression on her face froze for a moment.
She had not expected that response.
She had been prepared to argue and wrangle at length, yet Ji Jue had actually agreed with her. But no matter. It didn't matter.
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