Chapter 17 — Secret Explosive Burning of Cow Dung

That means, from the moment he posted the video asking me about the iron box, he didn't just come up with an idea on a whim. He knows where that thing is. He deliberately pulled me up on a hot search, wanting to take advantage of the chaos to stir up trouble to cover up the past. Tham Kieu immediately asked the old lady.

“Madam, are you sure?”

The old lady nodded.

“It thought I was asleep.”

“But I heard him calling outside in the yard.”

“He said the old photography shop was about to be demolished, so he had to take the time to get his things before everyone else.”

Nuu Dai Dung roared outside the frame.

"I'm your mother, why do you help outsiders?"

The old lady's eye sockets were red.

“I don't help outsiders.”

"I'm paying the debt for your father."

“I witnessed that child being wrongly accused of stealing an iron box, witnessed his mother having to apologize right in front of the door from the street.”

"I've been holding back all my life."

“I can't take this anger to my grave.”

By the end of the old lady's words, her whole body was shaking. I suddenly didn't know whether to hate her or thank her. If she had told me a few years earlier, would my life have been different? But if you don't say it today, this game will probably bury me in the mud again. The most difficult thing to calculate in this world is that late good intentions can make up for many years of silence. Luc Van Da walked out of the office. His camera switched to phone recording mode. The hallway lights passed by his face one after another.

“I'm going over there now.”

I immediately said: "I'll go too." Tham Kieu was stunned.

“Van Duong, the show is still recording.”

I looked at her.

“Then just record.”

“Recording from the studio all the way to town.”

The director in the headset is probably going crazy. Tham Kieu listened for a few seconds and took a deep breath.

“The program will send a car to follow the recording.”

“But safety must come first.”

Bach Nhiem suddenly stood up.

“I'm not going.”

No one asked her if she was going or not. But it was as if she had to declare that she was not involved. I turned my head to look at her.

“Of course you can not go.”

"Anyway, you just like to hide behind other people's backs to sneak stabs."

Bach Nhiem's face turned white.

“Van Duong!”

I didn't pay attention to her anymore, took the phone and walked out. Tieu Hoa ran after me, so flustered that her voice changed.

"Miss Duong, your coat."

I took my coat and put it on. As I passed by the large screen connecting, I heard Luc Van Da's voice coming from the headset.

“Don't go alone.”

I stopped walking.

“I went with the program's people.”

He replied: "Not the same." I pursed my lips.

“Luc Van Da.”

“Yes.”

"Did you already check out that photography shop?"

Your side was silent for a second.

“Looked up half of it.”

I smiled faintly.

“So I'm on air today, not because the temporary program is looking for me to review old stories.”

"You came on purpose."

Luc Van Da did not deny it.

“Before Nguu Dai Dung posted the video, someone contacted me.”

I stopped in front of the emergency exit.
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“Some strange number.”

“That person said, if I don't want you to be ruined, don't interfere.”

My hands tightened.

“Why didn't you tell me?”

Luc Van Da's voice lowered a bit.

“Because I don't know who the other person is yet.”

“And also because when you recorded, The phone is in the assistant's place."

This explanation is very reasonable. But I still feel a bit annoyed.

“So as soon as you went on air, you exposed me as burning cow dung?”

Luc Van Da was silent for two seconds.

“It's to distract comments.”

I almost burst out laughing.

“You call that a distraction?”

“You call that defaming me in front of the whole world.”

He coughed softly.

“The effect is not bad.”

I couldn't help but swear.

“You're very good.”

From the headphones came his soft laughter.