"Sir Song Menghwa, do you really think this is appropriate?"
"Sir Song Menghwa…"
Song Menghwa was not fazed by the tsunami of questions directed his way. He stood calmly on stage. With a smile on his face, he made a sign for the crowd to quiet down. "Please, hold your questions for now. Let me explain myself."
…
The chaos in the hall gradually dampened; however, some of the reporters still had straggling questions. One of them was exceptionally grating to Song Menghwa's ears. "Don't you know that the child between biological siblings will often end up with crippled limbs or a retarded mind? Do you still wish to keep such an unfortunate child?"