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Chapter 189: Collapsing to the Point Where Not Even a Tile Was Spared

Chapter 189: Collapsing to the Point Where Not Even a Tile Was Spared
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Wen Moshen remained silent for a short moment and started to open his mouth a few times, but eventually took out a cartoon clip from his pocket.

The camera gave a special zoom-in on the clip, it was Mickey Mouse—it should have belonged to a little girl.

Wen Moshen's brows drew together slightly as he lowered his gaze onto the clip, saying, "As I was burying the victims' bodies, I found the bodies of a mother and daughter pair. The little girl looked to be around three or four years old, and she was hiding in her mother's embrace. Her eyes were wide open, so clear and clean, but there was no focus in them, her fist clenched tightly around this clip."

Among the audience, a man with a shaggy stubble who was still holding onto a picture of his wife and daughter in his eyes had gone to the show in search of hope. Upon seeing the zoomed-in-on hair clip on the screen, he suddenly lost control and wailed out loud.

Upon knowing that his wife and daughter had passed away, he could still support himself, but once he saw the clip, it was as though the fragile pillar of his entire world was smashed into pieces by someone—collapsing to the point where not even a tile was spared.

Wen Moshen raised his head in shock…

Although Lin Nuan knew that the man was specially invited to the live show after much research done by the program team, but her eyes still reddened.

Lin Nuan even thought that for the sake of viewership ratings, the team's methods were rather cruel.

Even if it were just informing Wen Moshen or the father in advance, it would have been good!

But, if they notified them in advance, Wen Moshen probably wouldn't take out the hair clip, and the father wouldn't attend the recording.

Wen Moshen gave a deep gaze to the PD behind the camera before he stood up and walked to the father. He passed the hair clip to the man and hugged him, speaking softly into his ear, "I have already buried the child with her mother, they are resting in peace now."

The father hugged Wen Moshen back and sobbed hysterically, unable to even form the words "thank you", his voice and gaze were full of despair from his whole world shattering.

As they say, no news is good news.

If the news was going to be full of hopelessness, one might as well keep getting shielded from the truth.

After the director arranged for staff to send the father away, the program still had to continue.

It was a Q&A session, and unsurprisingly, a young lady stood up from the audience seats with a microphone and asked a question that made Gu Hanyan uneasy.

She asked, "Mr. Wen, your girlfriend Miss Gu was involved in such a sex scandal, why did you choose to forgive her and come in together holding hands? There are many good women out there in the world, and we all think that you deserve someone better! Why must you insist on being with such a depraved woman?"

Apart from the focus on whether there were any other survivors other than Wen Moshen from the T-324 incident, that question was what netizens paid the most attention to.

Wen Moshen knew that there would be a Q&A session with the audience, so he had came prepared to answer the question.

Gu Hanyan fidgeted uneasily in her seat and her brows furrowed. Even though she did some mental preparation and knew that Wen Moshen's answer would probably be what he told her, when it was asked out in public, she still panicked.

The whole place was quiet as they held their breaths and waited for Wen Moshen's answer.

After a long silence, Wen Moshen raised his head and said, "There is a better girl, but that even better girl wouldn't wait for me."

Wen Moshen's answer took even Lin Nuan by surprise.

The lady who asked Wen Moshen the question immediately pressed on and asked, "Does Mr. Wen mind talking more about it?"

The corner of Wen Moshen's lips tilted up in a slight smile, looking at ease as though it was all in the past and he had seen through it; he had no objections against talking about it.

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