The other end of the line went quiet for two seconds.
"Right now?"
"Right now." Wang Xiaoliang sounded firm. "Not a civil lawsuit, not a lawyer's letter. Report it straight to the police. Spreading rumors and defamation-this meets the threshold for opening a case."
Zhao Nan's voice came from beside her. "Xiaoliang, there's a crowd of reporters blocking the hotel downstairs. If we go down now, they'll mob us."
Wang Xiaoliang paused for a few seconds.
His mind was working.
Reporters downstairs-that means this has already spread offline. Too fast. This isn't normal. Wei Zijin's whereabouts aren't public. Who tipped off the reporters? Who told them she was staying at this hotel?
He set that thought aside for now and said nothing about it.
"Sister Nan, look online now and find out exactly how to file a police report online and what documents you need. But I'd still recommend going to the police station in person and getting a paper receipt. That shows our stance on this. We won't let it slide."
"All right."
"One more thing."
Wang Xiaoliang's tone changed.
"Zijin, listen. Livestream the entire process of filing the report."
"Livestream it?"
There was hesitation in Wei Zijin's voice.
Wang Xiaoliang understood her hesitation. Her eyes were swollen, her voice was hoarse, and she felt deeply wronged-anyone would be afraid to go live in that state.
"Yes. Don't issue a statement. Don't have your studio speak for you. Do it yourself. Face the camera and explain everything, one thing at a time."
"But-"
"What do you do for a living?"
There was no sound from the other end.
"You're a host." Wang Xiaoliang said those words very slowly. "Holding the entire show together in front of a camera, all on your own-that's your skill. How many people in all