Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four
The female reporter with glasses laughed madly, her eyes filled with terror.
She was completely lucid but had no control over her body.
She could do nothing but laugh hysterically as if she were a deranged woman having a seizure.
The onlookers around her had thought that today they would witness an upstanding journalist exposing some shady merchants, filled with righteous indignation and ready to add fuel to the fire, playing the role of a just envoy.
But instead, the group that had come to make accusations and cause trouble suddenly started acting insane, including the female reporter.
They resembled patients who had escaped from a mental hospital.
What should have been a dramatic scene had completely turned into a farce.
The cameramen who came with the female reporter were shocked when they saw her like this, and one of them hurriedly went to turn off the camera. Xiaoshan took a step forward and said coldly, "Don't turn it off."
