These comments were like an invisible force, making every ordinary person behind the screen feel a trace of righteousness and hope.
Meanwhile, in the interrogation room of the police station, the lighting was dim and solemn, and the air seemed to solidify into an invisible pressure.
Director Li Guohua sat behind the interrogation table, his face lined with age, exuding a sense of time and resolute justice.
Sitting in front of him was the very person at the center of the recent public opinion storm—Lu Nianxin.
Her makeup was no longer as exquisite as before, her eyes barely concealing a hint of fatigue and anxiety.
"Miss Lu, you've seen the online public opinion, haven't you?" Director Li's voice was calm and forceful, each word striking at the heart like a hammer. "The eyes of the masses are sharp, their thirst for justice is beyond your imagination. Now, it's your turn to say something for those you manipulated at your will, for those innocent victims."
