What infernal commotion is this!

Ji Fanxing watched Hai Dachuan's greedy expression and felt utterly bored. Greedy and shallow people were not worth her effort. She no longer cared to act; instead, she quietly asked Hai Lan, "If Hai Dachuan checks the camera footage now, your brother's accusation against you will be cleared. But judging from your father's reaction, things might get ugly. Do you want to go ahead?"

When Hai Lan saw her father hurt, she immediately thought to seek evidence from the cameras. It was laughable to compare this with her brother accusing her of framing him, and her father, without hesitation, trying to punish her. After her parents divorced, her father brought her ten-year-old brother and stepmother into the house. From then on, Hai Lan's life grew gloomy; whenever her half-brother cried, she would be punished or even beaten. This continued until her mother accidentally discovered her injuries and decisively took her away.

Years passed, and thanks to music, Hai Lan slowly emerged from her shadowed past. But her mother always opposed her singing, so when the production team contacted her father, Hai Lan never expected the man who usually ignored her would show up. Unfortunately, Hai Dachuan came not for his daughter, but to fulfill his son's wish. If not for Fanxing exposing him, Hai Lan would never have realized her father always knew how to distinguish between her and her brother, but simply chose not to. He never cared about his daughter.

She clenched her fists; she was no longer the silent, enduring child she once was. "Fanxing, thank you. I don't want to be misunderstood anymore..." Hai Lan was still hesitant. "But checking the footage—what about what you just did...?"

She knew her father too well and feared Fanxing might be implicated. Ji Fanxing glanced contemptuously at Hai Dachuan, who was still lost in his dreams, and patted Hai Lan's hand. "Don't worry, nothing will happen to me." With that, she pulled Hai Lan and Ning Ze, who had been wary of Hai Dachuan, to sit down together. She addressed Hai Dachuan, who was still dreaming of riches: "Yes, these cameras caught everything clearly. Why not check if Hai Lan really framed her brother? After all, theft is a crime, and a good child shouldn't be wronged."

Her words seemed a reminder to Hai Dachuan, but Ji Fanxing's gaze was fixed on Hai Xiaochuan. "Fine! Let's watch together!" The prospect of fifty thousand made Hai Dachuan's voice jovial; he agreed without hesitation.

"No, no, no! Dad! Don't watch!" Suddenly awakened, Hai Xiaochuan jumped up and screamed. The boy's shrill tone finally drew the attention of those around them.

[I just heard someone screaming. Camera guy, go check it out.]
[Yeah, go see what’s happening.]
Hai Xiaochuan, only twelve, was haunted by Ji Fanxing's words: "Stealing leads to jail." He had lied. When he arrived earlier, he found a delicate little purse without a zipper on a seat, the new fruit phone inside blatantly exposed, tempting him.

He had heard that this phone cost over ten thousand. If he had one, he'd have so much status—no one would ever look down on him again. By the time Hai Xiaochuan regained his senses, the phone was already in his pocket. Later, he nervously watched a young lady come and take her bag. Then she returned, searching everywhere for her phone but couldn't find it. As he secretly took out the phone to turn it off, Hai Lan discovered him. Under her supervision, the phone was returned, but his earlier actions were theft...

Hai Xiaochuan looked at the cameras surrounding the venue; one was pointed right at him, judging him. "Dad! Let's not watch the replay. Just let it go."

"Let it go?!" Fifty thousand was at stake! For the first time, Hai Dachuan thought his son was being unreasonable and pushed him aside. Caught off guard, Hai Xiaochuan fell, landing painfully on his backside. Never treated this way before, Hai Xiaochuan was frightened and panicked, blurting out, "Dad, I stole the phone! I don't want to go to jail! Don’t watch the footage!"

"You little brat, what are you saying?!"

"Dad, Xiaochuan admitted what he did," Hai Lan said, staring at Hai Dachuan.

"He didn’t succeed in stealing anyway!" Hai Dachuan dismissed it, then pointed at Hai Lan fiercely, "As for you, just wait till we get home!"

At that moment, the cameraman arrived, his camera recording Hai Dachuan’s threat.

[Who is that guy? Is he threatening violence?]
[Call the police!]
[Isn't he Hai Lan's father? He was introduced during yesterday's livestream. Why is he so aggressive?]
[He seems to be talking to Hai Lan, threatening to hit her!]

The cameraman realized things were getting out of hand; this couldn’t be broadcast live. As he tried to leave, Hai Dachuan caught him.

"You’re with the cameras? Perfect! This woman injured me and won’t admit it. Help me pull up the footage! I want to sue!"

"I’m not—" The cameraman glanced at the person Hai Dachuan pointed to—Ji Fanxing.

QAQ! Help! He regretted following the viewers' suggestion to join the excitement. This was a nightmare!

Those watching the livestream began to discuss Hai Dachuan's words.

[What?! Our goddess Ji hit someone!]
[So what? She even harmed her sister, nothing she won’t do.]
[But this guy looks pretty strong. I can’t imagine Ji Fanxing hitting him.]
[Cameraman, don’t leave, let’s see what happened!]

"I only handle the equipment! You calling me is useless!" The cameraman was on the verge of tears.

"I don't care!" Hai Dachuan saw the shots and comments on the cameraman’s phone and realized the scene was being broadcast live. He remembered a wealthy heir who recently assaulted someone in public and had to pay a huge settlement. If this blew up, he could extort—no, demand compensation.

Hai Dachuan grew more excited, ignoring his aching leg, gripping the cameraman tightly and speaking into the lens.

"Everyone, help judge! A celebrity hit me!"

The cameraman felt he was falling apart. To have such an incident broadcast live was a disaster; his monthly bonus was gone. As he mourned his lost wages, the producer’s voice came through his headset: "Don't leave. Keep streaming."

Liu Qi's voice was cold; he had just received a call from the boss. The young master’s illness could be cured, and the old man was retracting his external assets. Fortunately, the boss had already consolidated the assets in Dragon Country. Now, before the old man noticed, they had to fully control these industries.

The boss had his eye on the DouShou platform, whose manager admired Ji Fanxing. Without a contract, Ji Fanxing was an uncertain factor. To avoid risks, the boss ordered Liu Qi to suppress Ji Fanxing, either to deprive her of value or recruit her.

The cameraman, hearing Liu Qi, stopped struggling and aimed his lens at Hai Dachuan and Ji Fanxing, filming carefully.

Online, the topic #JiFanxingHitsSomeoneInPublic# had begun trending.

The "King of Songs" livestream room was flooded with viewers, all incredulous about Ji Fanxing hitting someone. Good deeds rarely spread, but bad news travels fast. The positive image Ji Fanxing had painstakingly built in viewers’ minds now showed signs of crumbling.