"Oppose, oppose!!!"
In the front row, the journalist with glasses disregarded the occasion, threw down her camera, and shouted loudly, raising her head to question, "Mr. Ji, don't you think this objectifies humanity and turns their suffering into entertainment?"
The sudden silence enveloped the venue, and the entire audience fell silent.
Backstage, Yu Shu's face turned ashen. He glared at his assistant, furious, "What's going on? Which organization is she from?"
"I, I didn't expect it either. Didn't you say all cooperating media could be put in the front?" The assistant was on the brink of tears, wishing she could disappear backstage: "I really don't know."
"An Xin, An Xin, when someone wants to cause trouble, there's nothing you can do to stop it." Old Gou, who was smoking beside her, shook his head, "Nuisances are everywhere, huh."
Without the slightest hesitation, security personnel on both sides, already with dark expressions, stepped forward to escort her out.
