The opponent's arrogance was too much; even the police who didn't understand these things felt something was off.
He gestured to Zhuang Lan to hand over his phone.
"Hello, young man. This matter involves both the privacy of the poster and Yue Qingqing's reputation. We hope you can cooperate."
The voice on the other end didn't seem fazed, as if they'd rehearsed for this.
"Officer, the country has its laws, and the school has its regulations. If the law says we need to cooperate, then I naturally would. But it seems there's no such rule now. In fact, our school's forum has always prioritized privacy protection since its inception."
After saying that, the call was hung up without any concern for the police's reaction.
Zhuang Lan's brows furrowed, his whole body enveloped in a sense of frustration.
The officer was also annoyed but helpless.