The reporters below couldn’t help but let out a chorus of boos. At that moment, a loud shout came from the observing crowd outside: “Wen Qianqian wasn’t killed by him. I know who killed Wen Qianqian! That person is the son of the National Special Investigation Bureau’s director, Luo Yingbai!”
Unlike previous times, this public opinion was almost one-sided, with almost everyone not believing that Luo Yingbai would commit murder.
Chapter 119: The Most Important Person
Suddenly, the online comments went crazy: “I don’t know what to do! Should I listen to the explanation or look at his face, I’m overwhelmed!” “The guy is so handsome, whatever he says must be true!” “Let me speculate – this suddenly appearing ‘fan’ is clearly just to divert everyone’s attention, maybe hired by Feng Zhengyang or Chang Weiyu. Even if Wen Qianqian offended Luo Yingbai, with his status and ability, making someone’s life miserable would be too easy, why would he need to kill?” “Don’t believe it, but curious about the letter.” “Heh, please have some perspective, you face-obsessed people. Just because he’s good-looking doesn’t mean he’s not the killer! I think he killed her! Because he knows mysticism, so he can’t be traced, and because of his family background, exposing him could only be done this way – isn’t that reasonable?
” ”Stop babbling, he’s about to explain, do you need to analyze? Are you Conan reincarnated or will you die if you don’t talk?”
He was seated in a remote location, and people were focused on what happened after the person was tripped, so no one was paying attention to this young man. Now they noticed his extremely handsome features and upright physique. As soon as he stood up, it seemed as if everyone around him became mere background, with microphones and camera flashes merely serving as a backdrop for his entrance.
Of course, what was most eye-catching was not just this, because the person standing up was – Xia Xianning.
Only then did everyone understand that when Luo Mingbai had gone on stage earlier, he had been smiling at him.
Feng Zhengyang’s press conference could be described as full of twists and turns. Ever since that so-called fan of Wen Qianqian appeared, the entire event had completely changed direction. Many of Luo Mingbai’s fans, upon hearing the news, either rushed to the scene or directly started watching the online livestream.
Under the camera’s lens, the curses and abuse on the letter were plainly visible. “
Initially, everyone had been angrily condemning the shameless rumor-mongers who were slandering their idol, furious to the point of explosion. However, the moment they saw Xia Xianning, this anger miraculously transformed into excitement.
“Oh my god, I’m so excited! I thought some hero had such good skills. It was actually Xia Xianning who tripped that person just now?!”
“True love!”
“Damn, Young Master Xia actually came too. Do talk shows now require bringing your partner?”
“It’s rare to see Young Master Xia dressed so casually, even wearing a hooded jacket. He must be trying to hide his face.”
“Definitely boyfriend goals. Believing that no matter what happens, Young Master Xia will always protect and support Brother White.”
“Yes, yes, for some reason, just seeing him makes me feel at ease!”
Luo Mingbai sat above, looking at Xia Xianning, and smiled, saying, “Sir, do you have a question for me?”
The two made eye contact across half the venue. Luo Mingbai blinked, and Xia Xianning slightly raised an eyebrow, saying, “No, I have something to ask this… fan, sir.”
Since this person’s purpose was to stir up trouble, Xia Xianning was determined to make him speak clearly.
If he hadn’t tripped the letter carrier just now, the other party would have been able to escape according to their pre-planned route.
As long as they successfully broke out of the venue, someone would naturally be waiting outside. The letter carrier already resented Xia Xianning for ruining his plan, and now seeing that this young man was speaking, he was furious.
He said impatiently, “What is there to ask? Don’t try to threaten me! You’re all covering things up. I can’t get evidence, but I’m telling you, heaven sees all. Whoever the real culprit is will eventually face retribution!”
Before anyone could ask a question, he had already completely blocked the conversation.
This wasn’t directed at Luo Mingbai. He leisurely leaned back in his seat, just slightly smiling, completely unaffected by the verbal sparring around him.
Xia Xianning didn’t turn his head, but he could feel Luo Mingbai watching him from the corner of his eye. This awareness softened his originally cold demeanor as he said to the letter-carrying man, “You claim to be Wen Qianqian’s fan?”
The man’s eyes darted around. “So what if I am?”
Xia Xianning said, “Good. Since you’re a die-hard fan, do you know Wen Qianqian’s birthday?”
The letter carrier, who had been on guard about what tricky questions Xia Xianning might ask, had preemptively claimed he had no evidence. But he never expected Xia Xianning’s questions would be like this, and he was momentarily stunned, not knowing how to respond.
This type of question was precisely the most unexpected and the most effective in proving whether his claims were true or false. But in his original plan, he had only come to deliver a threatening letter.
A passionate fan isn’t something you can fake instantly. Even if he answered this question, Xia Xianning could always find something he couldn’t answer.
The letter carrier hesitated and said, “I like her as a person. I feel sad about her unjust death, not like some teenage kid chasing a star. Who would know all those details?”
Xia Xianning said, “Okay, it’s fine if you don’t know these. Then tell me, through what channel did you learn about her? What role made you like her? The exact date of her death? What clothes was she wearing that day?”
Xia Xianning glanced at him, and during the pause while waiting for an answer, turned to a nearby reporter who was secretly filming him and said, “Got all that recorded?”
Thinking he was being discreet, he was startled when Xia Xianning turned his head, dropping his phone.
Xia Xianning slightly bent down, caught the phone mid-air, and handed it back, saying, “Hold onto it.”
The reporter never expected in his lifetime that he would have the honor of having Xia Xianning retrieve his phone. Breaking into a cold sweat, he quietly said thanks.
The letter carrier still couldn’t answer Xia Xianning’s questions. The people around began to sense something was off and started whispering. Seeing the situation increasingly turning against him and having no other options, he finally shouted in frustration, “What does this have to do with you!”
Xia Xianning looked at him contemptuously, ignored him, and walked straight up to the podium, approaching Luo Mingbai.
He spoke into the microphone in front of everyone, saying: “I’m sorry for taking up everyone’s time. This matter indeed has nothing to do with me, but because it involves the most important person to me, I cannot stand by and do nothing, so I am speaking on his behalf now.”
Xia Xianning did not sit down. At this moment, he had his hands propped on the table, leaning forward towards the microphone.
However, when Xia Xianning’s voice reached his ears, the smile on his face almost collapsed.
Not to mention the surprised onlookers around, even he himself did not expect Xia Xianning to say the words “most important person” in front of so many people.
Although when carefully analyzed, this sentence did not seem too out of line, but coming from Xia Xianning’s mouth, said in such a calm tone in front of everyone, it gave people an inexplicable feeling, as if making some kind of declaration.
