These people, with all their gear, could practically encircle the Su family estate.
But the Su family’s guards were truly dutiful.
Stationed at the outermost perimeter, they blocked the entrance, forming a human wall that kept all the media firmly outside.
Xu Fei took one look and reckoned getting inside would be harder than climbing to the heavens!
Just then, a commotion erupted up ahead, so Xu Fei hurried over.
“Mr. Liu, is it true or false that the Su family sold you fake goods this time?”
“Why was Mr. Su just sent to hospital, Mr. Liu? What’s the real story?”
A barrage of questions sent the scene into a frenzy, with Mr. Liu raising his brows, calculating how to answer to sway public opinion his way.
A voice suddenly cut through from the side.
“I’m Su Hong’s daughter. I know more about the details than he does. Why don’t you ask me?”
Everyone turned to see none other than the Su family’s young miss, Su Yu.
“Ask you? What’s the point? Why don’t you scurry back to your boudoir? Kids shouldn’t meddle in grown-up matters!”
Mr. Liu swiftly seized control of the conversation, snatching a microphone from one of the media’s hands.
“Oi, oi, ahem… The situation is exactly as you all see. The Su family did sell me a fake jade tripod. As for why Su Hong’s in hospital, I reckon he had a stroke from the stress of being exposed…”
Before he could finish his brazen spiel, a resounding slap cracked through the crowd.
*Smack!*
The slap was crisp and loud, stunning everyone on the scene, including Mr. Liu, who was sent sprawling to the ground.
“You… who the bloody hell are you? How dare you hit me? Believe me, I’ll have the media expose you!”
It was none other than Xu Fei.
Moments earlier, he’d been unclear on the situation, standing by to observe and get a sense of things.
But when he learned Su Hong was in hospital, Xu Fei realised the gravity of the matter.
And hearing this bloke spew lies in front of the media, Xu Fei couldn’t hold back and gave him a slap.
“So what if I slapped you? You think I’m scared of these fake media you paid for?”
Xu Fei’s words left Mr. Liu speechless.
Xu Fei had already scoped things out. The microphones in these so-called media’s hands all had logos.
And he didn’t recognise a single one, meaning they were likely just third-rate tabloid hacks.
Xu Fei had no fear of these money-grubbing, unscrupulous outlets. He even grabbed one of their cameras, turned it on himself, and said, “Go on, expose me if you’ve got the guts!”
Mr. Liu hadn’t expected this. His plan was halfway to success, only for this bold interloper to show up.
But he had a backup plan. Touching his cheek, he sidestepped the issue and said, “Do you know who I am? I’m Liu Mingzhe of the East China Liu family! We may be far from Beijing, but if you dare cross me, believe me, one phone call and I’ll have you on your knees!”
His words stirred the crowd, who began jeering to hype the mood. Anyone else might’ve been intimidated.
