"Comrade, your statement has serious problems!"
"What's wrong with what I said?" Old Huang challenged.
"You claim Chiang Xiao bit Wu Zhiyuan—did you see it? Have you found any eyewitnesses?"
"It was Wu Zhiyuan himself who reported the incident; he said..."
"Isn't that ridiculous? What were you raised on? Do you take everything a reporter says as evidence? If that's the case, what do we need you for? Isn't an investigation necessary?" Meng Xinian was furious, "Furthermore, even if Chiang Xiao is a suspect, listen, that's all she is, a suspect. She hasn't been convicted, and she didn't violently resist. Who gave you such authority to be rough with a young girl? I'm telling you, I'm taking her to the hospital for an examination. If there's even a single bruise on her, even if it's just a finger mark that's turned purple or red, I'll sue you. Since I'm the one reporting, according to your logic, everything I say is evidence too!"
Old Huang was left speechless, his face sour.