In the hospital, President Sun lay on the bed, his fat face a mix of blue and purple bruises, looking utterly disheveled.
Rong Nian stood by the window, looking down to see about a dozen reporters staking out the entrance of the hospital.
He turned around, gazing at President Sun's colorful face, "The public opinion is fermenting too fast, the trending searches can't be suppressed, once the stock market opens tomorrow, Tianlu Group's stock price will hit the limit down. President Sun, have you thought about how you'll explain this to the company's shareholders?"
President Sun gritted his teeth in pain, "Aren't you supposed to be so capable that you can't even pull down a trending search? You're pretty useless as a president."
Rong Nian leaned against the windowsill, his gaze cold, "As of today, there are a total of 38 victims in the Victims Alliance. They've collectively accused you of forcing them, I'm not a god, I can't help beasts."