479: C479 How Do You Prove It

C479 How Do You Prove It

"Who are you people? Causing trouble here!" A thirty year old man in a suit walked out of Brother Entertainment Corporation's entrance.

The man immediately noticed that Wendu was the leader. He walked up to the stage and looked down at Wendu.

"Causing trouble?" Wendu shook his head: "It doesn't exist."

He stepped onto the stage from four to five meters below the stage and met the man's gaze without fear.

The crowd gathered below, and in less than a minute, the stage was surrounded.

The man's eyelids twitched as he asked Wendu, "Then what business do you have here?"

His voice was a little shaky, as if he was scared.

"Humph!" Wendu took two steps forward, "We only did it for one thing, Murong Xiaochen!"

"Murong Xiaochen!"

The man's face twitched. Murong Xiaochen! "It's actually Murong Xiaochen!" "Murong Xiaochen is already gone." His voice was somewhat shaky.

"He's gone!" Wendu became excited. He stared at them and said, "Is he dead or was he banned by you?"

Hearing Wendu's angry words, the people below the stage also angrily walked forward a few steps.

They were in a fierce battle, and their imposing manner was like a rainbow. Their monstrous anger had continuously washed away that man's mental defenses.

Judging from their appearance, as long as that man dared to say that Murong Xiaochen was dead, they would definitely tear that man to shreds.

"He didn't die! Murong Xiaochen didn't die!" The man regretted it the moment he said it. He wanted to change his words, but when he saw that his subordinate was about to tear him to shreds, the words that were about to leave his mouth were scared back.

"He didn't die!" Wendu laughed happily: "Brothers, did you hear that? Murong Xiaochen didn't die! "

"Since you said that Murong Xiaochen didn't die, then why did she lie about jumping off a building? Why, why didn't you mistreat her?" Wendu stared with his red eyes and interrogated the man on the stage.

"Right, why, why, why, why …"

The disorderly voices of Wendu's fans slowly became even more orderly. The sound shot up to the sky and shook the windows of the building.

Tens of thousands, maybe even hundreds of thousands of people were shouting out three words at the same time. Can you imagine what it felt like?

The man glared at Wendu and said, "Murong Xiaochen is an artist from our company, we will not mistreat anyone."

Before Wendu could reply, a voice suddenly sounded in the crowd, "I don't agree, I don't agree."

"Nope."

The fans' voices rose higher and higher.

Wendu raised his hands to stop everyone's shouting.

He stared at the man in front of him. "How do you prove that you didn't mistreat Murong Xiaochen?"

That man clenched his teeth and looked at Wendu: "If you continue to mess around, I'll sue you in court."

Wendu didn't answer him: "How do you prove it?"

"Humph!" The man snorted. "Why should I give you proof?"0

"Hahaha …" Wendu laughed out loud. He looked at the man with a playful look in his eyes. "You're not trying to prove it to me. You're trying to prove it to these hundreds of thousands of people." As he spoke, he pointed to the people below the stage.

That man was silent for a while with a gloomy face. He gritted his teeth and looked at Wendu: "How do you prove that we mistreated Murong Xiaochen? If you can't tell me, I will sue you for slander."

Wendu waved to the people below and two fans of Wendu walked over from below the stage. They carried Wendu's audio system onto the stage and gave Wendu a cheering gesture, then returned to the team without saying a word.

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