Han Xian Yu’s estate was transformed into a children’s playground and he often invited children he had rescued and his little fans to play at his home.
At the time, the company took many pictures of Han and the children interacting lovingly, playing games together, rolling in the gra*s and laughing together.
The photo is indeed of Han Xian Yu’s bedroom, as the bed in his bedroom is made in the shape of a pirate ship and the children love it so much that they often run to grab it from him.
Now that the media has brought it out alone, it has become evidence of his child molestation.
Han Xian Yu took off his sungla*ses and stared at the photo, his anger rising a little.
The media, who were present at the scene, rushed up even more frantically, “Han Xian Yu! Do you still want to deny it now? That girl has already confessed that you undressed her, touched and molested her private parts, and even forced her to suck your C*ck! To do such a thing to such a young child, you are worse than a beast!”
Han Xian Yu paused in his steps and quietly looked at the reporter who had spoken, “Say that again.”
When the reporters saw that Han Xian Yu had finally reacted, their eyes flashed with excitement and they all set up their cameras with excitement.
The sharp-tongued reporter spoke with a face full of mockery and contempt, “What? You dare not admit what you have done? What kind of quality idol, what kind of showbiz puritan, is just a hypocrite with a straight face! A disgusting pervert! By the way, I heard that you had a younger sister who got sick and died when she was six years old, huh, now that I think about it …… shouldn’t have actually been played by you to death!”
The moment the reporter’s words fell, along with a pig-killing wail, Han Xiangyu slammed a heavy fist into his face ……
“Ah…”
The scene was in a state of chaos as shouts of shock rose up.
“A beating! Han Xian Yu has hit someone!”
“How dare he hit a reporter! Has he been said to be annoyed and angry!”
“This is outrageous!”
“Stop it! Han Xian Yu! You’re crazy!” The agent’s face was full of desperate horror.
Han Xian Yu had already lost his mind, and his agent and bodyguard together were unable to pull him back, seeing him pin the journalist to the ground, punching him again and again.
All of this was clearly recorded by the journalist ……
In the end, all the security guards came out to disperse the confused crowd.
The reporter’s face was grim as he covered his bruised face, “Han Xian Yu, you wait! Justice will never go unpunished! I will definitely expose your true colours!”
After all the chaos, we finally arrived home.
Han Xian Yu was sitting on the sofa, the hostility from the beating was still in his eyes, while his manager Fei Yang was answering the phone in a frenzy.
The scene had been quickly uploaded to the internet in pictures and videos, and was spreading at a rapid pace.
The internet was now overwhelmingly in favour of defending the journalist, ignited by the journalist’s words “justice is never absent”, and the public opinion, which was already against them, was immediately expanded to ……
The company’s senior management scolded him over the phone, and he hung up his phone with a grimace, looking at Han Xiangyu and saying, “Xiangyu, you’re too impulsive! I’ve told you to be calm! Those reporters just want to make a big story, they’re deliberately provoking you with words, they’re all waiting for you to do something out of control! You’re the one who put the knife in their hands!”
Fei Yang was so angry that he wanted to continue, but when he saw Han Xian Yu sitting on the sofa without saying a word, looking at his sister’s picture on his mobile phone, he finally sighed and did not continue to speak.
The reporter’s words today were indeed too much, but those people on the Internet could not possibly think from Han Xian Yu’s point of view, and would even follow the reporter’s words to a more sordid and nasty place.
Fei Yang was thinking about how to maximize his image when Han Xian Yu’s mobile phone suddenly rang, a familiar number.
It was the girl’s father calling.
Fei Yang’s eyes suddenly glazed over, fearing that Han Xian Yu would lose control and say something he shouldn’t. He hurriedly said, “Give me the phone, I’ll talk to him!”
