Age Fubao: Be a group pet in the cannon fodder home

Chapter 1326 Why?
Gong Yang was furious, talking nonsense at every turn.

However, the people in front of the TV had already seen his guilty conscience and made their own judgments.

The people at the scene looked at the old lady and Gong Yang, one with gray hair and mourning and mourning, the other with an exasperated face and livid face, naturally they would lean towards the old lady.

Old Mrs. Chen burst into tears, "Actually, I'm not yet fifty this year, but I haven't been able to sleep well at night. Over time, it has become like this. I want to get justice, but the law can't help me. Ms. Zhong collected Gong Yang is willing to help me with the evidence of illegal crimes, but you... you have ruined my hope."

Her child, such a well-behaved child, knew that she loved her since she was a child. After being sentenced to her ex-husband by the judge, the two of them told her with wide eyes.

"Mom, don't be sad. We can lighten your burden by following Dad. We will still honor you when we grow up."

The words are still in my ears, but what I can see is the body of the child...

Jumping down from the upstairs hand in hand, it hurts so much, it hurts so much that she can't wait to go with her when she thinks about it.

But where is her justice?The ex-husband's family has moved to a place where she can't find it. The law can't punish them, and neither can Gong Yang.

After hearing the confession of the white-haired old lady who was obviously not too old on the stage, the crowd in the back row fell silent.

Suddenly discovering their imagined freedom seems to bring misfortune to others.

Every word of the reporters will be passed on to countless people. If there is no restriction and no verification of the truth, the final consequences may bring a devastating blow to ordinary people.

Little Yunbao sighed, and helped the old aunt on the stage to go down under Gong Yang's distraught expression.

"Mr. Gong, do you have anything to say?"

Seeing the back of the woman walking away, Gong Yang started to jump.

"What about the evidence? You are all slanderers, but you are just paying someone to slander me! What does the death of her son and daughter have to do with me? I blame them for their poor ability to bear it. Children nowadays are pampered. Serve it right!"

As soon as the words deserve it, the people behind couldn't sit still.

"Aren't you a human being! His child is dead, and you still say such things because your report is dead."

"I thought a reporter should at least have empathy. What kind of man is this guy!"

Gong Yang turned around and quarreled with them, saying that these were all fake, that Zhong Qiongyin was rich, and that he couldn't hire any kind of actor.

But soon someone came on stage again, this time a teenager with a newspaper in his hand.

"Gong Yang, do you still remember that three years ago, my father went to the company to ask for salary, but you described it as extortion, and finally committed suicide by lying on the track?"

There was deep-seated hatred in the young man's eyes, his gaze was like a knife, wishing to scrape off Gong Yang's flesh and blood layer by layer.

The pen of the literati, the knife of the murderer.

His father has been honest all his life, but because of his tuition fees, he really had no choice but to work up the courage to go to the company. Not only was he kicked out, he was also slandered with dirty water, and he was bullied by classmates and teachers who didn't know the truth at school.

Dad, he obviously did nothing wrong, but died because of guilt.

Before leaving, he patted his head and asked him to study hard and strive to become a lawyer in the future.

The boy hated himself countless times. What did he have to say to keep his father?
Could it be that if he hugged his father and didn't let go, his father would not die.

Why is it that after a good person is written as a bad person, everyone still believes it.

(End of this chapter)