Dan Lingling had never expected the situation to turn out like this; these reporters, one after another, were no longer causing them trouble but even offering their blessings?
What is this madness?
Had these journalists lost their minds?
In reality, journalists are experts at exploiting loopholes in language, seizing control, and firing off questions like a machine gun, leaving you defenseless.
Dan Lingling was about to explode with frustration, yet all the bystanders were still whispering and engaged in heated discussions.
Indeed, Di Mingzhe was highly skilled, answering flawlessly, considering every aspect with thorough consideration.
First, he boldly admitted the truth, then claimed he wasn’t afraid of criticism, and even stated that he and his wife were completely lawful, warning that if anyone slandered them excessively, he would pursue legal responsibility. After that, he declared that he was an ordinary person who needed a family and a life.
How, how could you corner him with questions after that?
Could you really point at his nose and curse him?
Scold him for disregarding morals and ethics?
But the woman wasn’t his biological sister, so what ethics are there to speak of?
Even if public opinion is to be feared, he had already said he was not afraid of criticism.
So, they truly had nothing to say.
If silence wasn’t enough, they ended up being brainwashed by him.
Isn’t that how a man should be? Possessing a career but also a life, love, a family, relatives.
Respecting, cherishing, and protecting one’s loved ones.
His last sentence resonated powerfully, the sense of responsibility overwhelming; what else could the onlookers say?
And if there really was love, even if the relationship was a bit complex, then one should have the courage to let their wife bask in sunlight—what good is hiding and sneaking around?
Dan Lingling was so angry she nearly coughed up blood, never in a million years expecting Di Mingzhe to take the initiative like this.
He openly admitted his relationship with Di Xiaxia and even more openly acknowledged that Di Xiaxia was the foster sister his family had taken in.
And with his striking words, he countered all the questions, truly showing his brilliance.
And in such a tough situation, with so many people watching, with so many journalists asking questions in unison, even pressing him hard.
Yet he managed to turn the tide, ultimately winning people’s heartfelt approval.
Di Jinxuan couldn’t help but feel envious; she always knew that the men in her family were extraordinary, one in a million.
What about Nangong Jin?
Thinking this, Di Jinxuan suddenly darkened her gaze, wondering why she was thinking about him.
Damn it, she must be seeing things.
She didn’t want to think about him at all, no way, absolutely not.
The interview concluded, but it definitely wasn’t the end; that last exchange actually felt exhilarating to people.
The journalists were itching to immediately do a feature interview regarding the couple’s emotional story.
But they dared not.

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