"I've seen the video," he said.
Xia Lin immediately took out her phone and played the video that was uploaded online.
The video's background was a mall, right by the escalator, where Qiao An raised her hand and fiercely slapped a woman's face.
The woman, struck dumb, covered her face and said a few words, but they were inaudible.
The background noise in the video was too loud, so although the visuals were clear, the sound was not.
"Jiang Xun!"
Mu Jingxi's handsome face darkened, aware of the serious consequences this video, fermenting online, could have.
No one understood better than him how severe cyber violence could be.
"Third Young Master, your orders!"
"Immediately block the video and cool down the heat this incident has generated," he paused, then added, "Find out the original source of the video and who uploaded it."
"Yes, Third Young Master, I'm on it!"
