Chapter Twenty-Four: Ants Are Still Stealing Life

When Lin Qing was silent.

A reporter in the audience stood up and asked questions.

The questions were extremely sharp.

"Just because your brother-in-law is poor, your sister took the initiative to hook up with Mr. Wang and wants to be a wealthy young grandmother, right?"

"Because these bad things were discovered by her husband, she framed Mr. Wang!"

"The child in the womb is surnamed Wang, did your sister say this?"

"Later, your sister took her children and lived in the garbage mountain, eating garbage, in fact, it was all a bitter trick and made it for us to win the sympathy of the public, isn't that so?"

"Is it because Mr. Wang's family is rich and has a high status, so you untouchables can frame him and frame him unscrupulously?"

Wang Zikun stood aside, constantly giving Lin Qing a look, making Lin Qing nod and admit all this.

Lin Qing's face was pale and trembling.

She knows that as long as she says yes or nods, all right and wrong will be reversed.

My sister was tortured to death by Wang Zikun, a scumbag, but in the end she became the perpetrator and became a frame for thousands of people to spit on.

But Wang Zikun has become a victim, and his future is bright and bright.

If things do come this far.

Lin Qing will never have the face to face her sister Lin Xue.

But don't say the words.

Xiaoxiao is still in the hands of the Tianluo Gang, and she will be killed by the Tianluo Gang, so she will not be able to face her sister.

No matter how you do it.

Lin Qing wants to be the one who regrets it the most.

But Lin Qing knew that she didn't have a choice.

Just like what she once said to Qin Feng.

Staying alive is more important than anything else, isn't it?

Even ants know that they will do everything they can to survive!

Lin Qing didn't say anything here, Wang Zikun was a little anxious, and immediately waved his hand to the side, and the subordinates over there understood and hurriedly asked the Lin family who were waiting behind the scenes to come to the front of the stage and face the camera.

Compared with Lin Qing's painful entanglement, the atmosphere on the Lin family's side was much more pleasant.

Because Wang Zikun promised to give them benefits.

"I am Lin Xue's cousin, my name is Lin Guangyao, here I can testify, Wang is always innocent, it is my sister who is shameless, pestering Wang Zong..."

"I am Lin Xue's grandmother, my granddaughter is really not like words, and she did that kind of embarrassing thing, so as early as a few years ago, I expelled Lin Xue from the Lin family, and my Lin family does not have such a shameless granddaughter!"

"We can all testify that what Mr. Wang said is true..."

As the Lin family came to the stage to testify, the scene instantly became lively.

The audience was full of all kinds of abuse of the Lin family.

There were even people who threw rotten eggs at the Lin family on the stage.

Mrs. Lin and her family stood on the stage, letting the angry crowd vent for a full ten minutes, and then looked at Wang Zikun with a plea for help.

After getting Wang Zikun's tacit consent, Mrs. Lin hurriedly fled with her family and fled the scene without stopping.

Then Lin Qing was the only one left on the stage.

Wang Zikun's face was as black as ink, and he lowered his voice and urged: "Can you open your mouth?" I'll give you another minute! If you don't open your mouth again, I will immediately call Luo Wanshan and ask him to kill that little wild seed, with a thousand cuts! ”

Lin Qing's face was pale and shaky.

Among the many reporters present, no one cared about Lin Qing's pain, they focused their cameras at Lin Qing with great interest, waiting for Lin Qing to admit these facts in person.

Lin Qing is Lin Xue's biological sister, as close as a person, her words have the greatest credibility.

And yet at this moment.

Suddenly, something happened on the scene.

More and more people, more and more cameras, no longer pay attention to Lin Qing, but look in another direction.

In that direction.

A man, carrying a black coffin on his shoulder, strode towards this direction.