"Self-rescue? With things the way they are now, how can we possibly save ourselves?" Father Qiao's face was full of worry, a stark contrast to his usual high spirits.
Qiao Ling slumped wearily in her chair, her thoughts tangled and unresolved.
Indeed, things were difficult now. It was no longer just about compensating the victims' families, but a matter of public opinion.
No matter the industry, reputation was key, and Qiao's reputation had been utterly destroyed by this incident's exposure.
"We should focus on controlling the narrative now. If we don't manage it well, the situation will only escalate."
"Yes, you're right. I'll contact a few media outlets we're friendly with and see if they can help."
But just as he picked up the phone, another phone on the table rang.
Qiao Ling immediately answered it, but whatever was said made her face suddenly darken. "Okay, I understand."
Father Qiao lost interest in making any calls and quickly asked, "What happened?"
