The Favored Heiress

Fei Zhihong was a straightforward and upright person. Although he disliked whistleblowers, he still thought things through thoroughly.

At this moment, Li Qiao looked at Fei Zhihong with a composed face, her smile slightly cool, "What I want is for the netizens to attack her."

If she liked to stir things up on the internet, then let Duan Yixuan taste what it really felt like to be doxxed and attacked by a crowd.

In this world, there are not so many rights and wrongs; it’s mostly a game of tit for tat.

Fei Zhihong silently watched Li Qiao, his sharp gaze flickering briefly, silently giving Li Qiao a thumbs up.

That evening, at eight o’clock, the South Sea Police Station released a Weibo post for a police announcement.

The wording throughout was strict and precise, logically clear, and it also simply disclosed the details of the girl helping the police to capture an important suspect in the video.

At the end of the post, there was a separate note, which was the exact words Li Qiao had said.

In less than ten minutes, the likes for this police announcement surpassed five thousand, with nearly a thousand comments.

At the same time, Li Qiao leaned against the laboratory bench, casually flipping through the top comments under the official post.

Besides a few argumentative remarks, most of them were questioning whether the whistleblower had an ulterior motive.