Twenty minutes passed.
Zhao Nan called.
"Xiaoliang, I checked. We can file a report online or in person. We need a complete set of evidence-links to the posts, screenshots, a timeline, and proof of the actual damage caused, such as notices suspending the show and records of commercial contracts being breached. We can also file a lawsuit with the court at the same time, ask the platforms to delete the videos, and request the rumor-mongers' real-name information."
"Good. Go to the police station first and get a receipt for the report. Livestream the whole thing. Let everyone watch you walk in, sit down, give your statements, and get the receipt. Don't skip a single step."
"Understood."
"Sister Nan, one detail." Wang Xiaoliang slowed his speech. "Reporters will definitely swarm you when you leave the hotel. Don't lower your heads, cover your faces, or take a detour. Walk straight out. Zijin can decide for herself how to handle their questions. Answer if she can. If she doesn't want to answer, she can curse them out."
Zhao Nan paused on the other end.
"You're right. What do we have to hide from?"
"Where's Zijin?"
"Touching up her makeup." Zhao Nan lowered her voice. "She hasn't been sleeping well while filming the show lately, and she just had a good cry. Her eyes are a little swollen."
"Tell her not to cover it up."
"What?"
"Don't cover it up," Wang Xiaoliang repeated. "If her eyes are swollen, let them be swollen on camera. Someone spread lies and slandered her, and she's standing up for her rights even after crying-the viewers aren't blind. They can see. We need to let more women see that when they suffer injustice, unfairness, or humiliation, they shouldn't hide in a corner and cry. Even if they cry, they