On Tuesday afternoon, Sun Xun visited Sun Yao at the detention center again.
"What awful thing has happened now?"
Faced with his older brother's direct question, Sun Xun touched his face and asked, "Is it that obvious?"
"More than obvious. 'Worry' and 'misery' are practically carved into your forehead."
Sun Yao urged impatiently, "Hurry up and say it. Don't beat around the bush. What's their next big move?"
Sun Xun reported in a low voice, "Binhai City TV Station's evening program, *People's Interview*, covered the incident."
Sun Yao's brow furrowed. "So they reported it. What's one more problem?"
"Hey, did you hire the PR people and paid commenters I told you to?"
"What about those articles slandering us?"
"What was the result?"
Sun Xun said quietly, "I hired them, but with the surveillance video and the official report from the police station… it's not easy to steer public opinion online."
"As for the articles defaming us, we've hired a lawyer to gather evidence."
