The entertainment reporter's video topped the trending searches, its view count jumping every second.
Twenty minutes passed.
The proof arrived.
An audio recording.
Wang Xiaoliang opened it. Wei Zijin sat beside him, sharing a pair of earphones.
"We understand how much you suffered raising her. Let's put a monetary value on it."
He Rumeng's voice.
"This is a business deal, after all. Of course I have to name a price. I want all your family's wealth."
Nuomi's voice. Wang Xiaoliang immediately heard that a few words had been cut from the middle.
Wei Zijin's hand suddenly tightened around Wang Xiaoliang's arm.
"As long as you don't tell anyone, the cash and jewelry at home-the property is hard to appraise, but I promise, apart from keeping enough for our living expenses, we'll give you everything!"
Li Zhenglu's voice.
Wang Xiaoliang paused it.
He thought back for a few seconds, then turned to Wei Zijin.
Wei Zijin nodded. "'As long as you don't tell anyone' was spliced in afterward."
But it was all spoken by the same person. How could an ordinary listener tell?
"You can't keep anything for living expenses either."
Nuomi's voice.
"Fine! We won't! Not a penny."
Li Zhenglu's voice. His manner was deeply submissive, almost abject.
"I don't agree. Her body belongs to me."
Xiao Mo's voice.
"Xiao Mo, you're her adoptive father. How can you be with Shanshan? Have you no shame?"
He Rumeng's questioning voice.
"Shame? How would I beg for a living then?"
Xiao Mo sounded as though he was being unreasonable.
"Then we'll compensate you too."
The recording cut off.
Wang Xiaoliang took off his earphones.
Neither of them spoke.
Every line in that recording really was something they had said. Not a single word had been fabricated.
But the order had been rearranged.