The recording finished playing.
The live chat exploded.
Wang Xiaoliang didn't rush to speak. He waited almost half a minute before saying, "I see some people saying that if someone else's audio could be faked, mine could be faked too. Whether this woman really is He Rumeng is still a question mark."
He paused.
"As luck would have it, we also have a video. Unfortunately, though, my video has sound."
The livestream display changed, and a small window appeared.
He Rumeng's face was near the top of the frame. The angle was slightly crooked, making it obvious that she had been filmed secretly. Her lip movements, expressions, and pauses in the video matched the recording perfectly.
The video played in full from beginning to end.
Only then did Wang Xiaoliang continue, "Once again, we apologize to Ms. He Rumeng. To protect ourselves and preserve evidence, we secretly filmed you. We apologize for this improper conduct."
"Also, Ms. He Rumeng herself has consented to the release of both this recording and this video. She has forgiven our improper conduct, and we would like to thank her here."
The live chat was still scrolling wildly.
Wang Xiaoliang picked out a comment and read it aloud. "Someone is asking-is Mi Shanshan actually He Rumeng's daughter?"
He chuckled.
"That's a good question. Let me put it this way-how could a mother willing to give up a fortune worth hundreds of millions for her son do something so utterly unconscionable as abandon her husband and daughter?"
"Whether she is or isn't, my clever friends, think it over yourselves."
He Rumeng sat beside the bed, holding half an orange. Her fingernails dug into the flesh as she peeled off one segment at a time and held it to her son's mouth.
A shadow suddenly fell