Qin Chanpu was sentenced to death. Bound and retrained by the officers, he was shoved outside. Stepping out, a crowd awaited them.
Dozens of mikes were thrust before his face. Flashes from the camera, clamour, question after question.
But as someone on death row, Qin Chanpu was weirdly calm.
"Do you feel any regret for what you did?"
"Have are your thoughts on the emotional trauma these victims would carry for their whole life?"
"The Fu Entertainment has extricated itself from the matter. As someone who gave 10 years of his life to the company, what are your thoughts on their statement?"
"Have you listened to Su Xiuying narrative on the issue? Do you agree with her words? Then what are your ideas on the big-name artiste who incited this whole incident?"
"I have a lot of thoughts on these matters." When everyone thought he would not speak, Qin Chanpu smiled suddenly. "Whatever Su Xiuying said is correct. There is not the slightest fabrication in her story."
