But Ding Jia Ning despairingly realized that this question was not easy to answer at all, no matter how she responded, she’d be wrong.
Because whatever reason she ca up with, going to the end of the hallway in the first place was a mistake.
Just like when everyone talked about Tong Yan, in the dark of night, what was she doing there? Taking a walk? That was downright laughable.
Using such stupid reasons at such sensitive tis is worse than saying nothing at all.
Ding Jia Ning stamred, "I don’t know why I went there at the ti, I..."
She wanted to gloss over it, but couldn’t go on.
Ding Jia Ning’s attitude made everyone present notice sothing was wrong.
One was poised and elegant, the other fidgeted nervously — it was clear there was sothing fishy.
After all, shows are about ratings; repeating the sa gags over and over gets pointless. This drama’s better, ratings are going to be solid.
So the host was signaled to just let things play out, not to interfere.
By then, the direction of the online chatter had already shifted.
Ahhh! Little Fatty looks so handso like this! He’s absolutely stunning, makes want to lick the screen, he’s the perfect husband! I want to marry him!
To the haters, keep on jumping around, keep hating, our Little Fatty isn’t afraid of hate! Our Little Fatty stands tall, sits right; no shadow can touch him!
This Ding Jia Ning clearly has issues, and she lies saying she calls Little Fatty in private, such shalessness!
Go on, Little Fatty, keep slapping Ding the scher’s face, we loyal fans have endured for so long!
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Ding Jia Ning’s hands were sweating, her head starting to spin, she could only dig her nails into her palms, forcing herself to calm down.
She couldn’t lose, she couldn’t admit defeat, or she’d really be finished.
Her bright future was just beginning, how could it be ruined by a few questions?
Thus, Ding Jia Ning took the initiative, "Tong Yan, stop twisting words!"
Tong Yan chuckled twice, "Are you talking about yourself?"
"You!" Ding Jia Ning said bitterly.
Already losing your fighting spirit so quickly? Can’t even talk?
Tsk tsk tsk, she hasn’t even started yet.
Tong Yan extended a finger, waving it in front of her, "Miss Ding, do you rember this bite mark?"
Ding Jia Ning didn’t answer.
"You were trying to bite your tongue and end it, and to save you, I put my finger in your mouth, that’s how it got bitten," Tong Yan said flatly.
The bite mark was very obvious, even though many days had passed, it was still clear, showing just how hard she had bitten at that ti.
Ding Jia Ning denied flatly, "I didn’t bite that."
At this point, Ding Jia Ning had lost her composure, started to panic, even though she kept telling herself to stay calm, she was beginning to unravel.
The previous two questions were too lethal, they stripped away half of her facade.
Tong Yan raised an eyebrow, "Everyone’s teeth are unique, and so are the bite marks. Just get the forensics to examine them, and oh, Miss Ding, that hallway carpet is still with . A DNA comparison will clear it all up."
No way to deny it!
This was another mistake for Ding Jia Ning, a fatal mistake.
She shouldn’t have said it wasn’t her who bit, even finding so other excuse would be better.
But humans, in their most panicked monts, can’t think straight; they blurt out whatever cos to mind. It’s a subconscious reaction, also the most real.
One mistake after another was tearing her disguise bit by bit.
Ding Jia Ning was being forced into complete chaos by Tong Yan.
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