Chapter 173 - 173: Court


    Trantor: Dragon Boat Trantion Editor: Dragon Boat Trantion


    Song Kai’s emotions swung from happiness to utter bewilderment upon hearing the first part of the sentence. However, the second part left himpletely flummoxed. He couldn’t grasp whether it was meant as apliment or a criticism.


    “What do you mean? Are you praising me or scolding me?” Song Kai inquired.


    Song Fan simply shook her head. “Think it over yourself. I won’t give you an answer.”


    Song Kai was persistent and followed Song Fan, but she promptly ejected him from the game room.


    Song Fan’s case had attracted significant attention, and she had no intention of keeping it low-profile. In fact, she instructed Qi Shuo to spread the word even further.<div>


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    With her status as the eldest daughter of the Song family, newspapers had already begun covering her story.


    When Song Yin saw the news, she was taken aback. She hadn’t anticipated that Song Fan would handle the matter this way.


    Instinctively, she wanted to rush over and confront her but quickly realized she couldn’t do so.


    After all, on the surface, it appeared that a servant had been responsible for using herputer. She had to feign ignorance.


    Song Yin could only remain anxiously at home, hoping the situation would blow over soon.


    When Song Fan’s cast was finally removed, it coincided with the court session. She apanied Qi Shuo to the courthouse.


    She changed her usual casual attire for a formal outfit. Her hair was neatly tied in a ponytail, giving her a professional appearance.


    Qi Shuo hesitated and suggested, “Miss Song, as the victim, you might consider dressing more delicately. It could help shape public opinion.”


    Song Fan put on her sunsses and responded, “There’s no need. I don’t want to be portrayed as a helpless girl in the news. It’s never a girl’s fault to be the subject of rumors. No need to y the victim.”


    Qi Shuo found himself at a loss for words, suddenly appreciating Song Fan’s approach.


    As the car arrived at the courthouse entrance, a multitude of reporters had already gathered.


    Upon recognizing Qi Shuo’s vehicle, they surged toward it. Were it not for the pre-hired bodyguards, they might not have managed to exit the car.


    Amidst the camera shes and mor, Song Fan calmly stepped out of the car. Reporters expected to encounter a vulnerable young woman but were taken aback by Song Fan’s attire.


    She exuded an air of authority that made people hesitate to approach.


    One reporter from a lesser-known newspaper shouted, “Miss Song, as the intiff, did you mistreat the servants?”


    In their view, Song Fan as a wealthy heiress, didn’t appear distressed at all. Perhaps the rich were oppressing the poor.


    Song Fan understood the implication and responded icily, “Your question is rather foolish. If I had mistreated her, wouldn’t she be the one suing me?”


    Her response was logical, and the other reporters scoffed at the smaller newspaper reporter for wasting such a rare opportunity to ask questions.


    They quickly began calling out Song Fan’s name even more fervently, eager to pose questions and obtain first-hand news from her.


    Desperate to secure an exclusive scoop, the crowd pressed forward even harder, leading to a female reporter getting pushed uncontrobly and falling to the ground.


    With lightning speed, Song Fan caught her by the waist, preventing her from making contact with the pavement.


    It all happened in the blink of an eye, but without Song Fan’s swift reaction, the reporter would have hit the ground.


    The female reporter was touched by Song Fan’s gesture. Her eyes filled with gratitude and a blush on her face. Song Fan helped her to her feet, saying, “Be careful.”


    The scene of a beautiful woman saving another beautiful woman was captured subconsciously by a reporter and quickly circted on the inte, creating quite a sensation.


    After assisting the reporter, Song Fan continued her approach to the courthouse, ignoring further questions.


    The reporters could sense hermanding presence and, in the end, didn’t ask any more questions. They watched as she entered the courthouse.


    The awestruck female reporter, still red-faced, covered her face and dered,


    “I must write a glowing report about her!”


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