Xia Ling stared in shock at the news report.
She anxiously said to Sister Mai Na, "That's not how it happened! Yesterday, when that person came onstage to give me flowers, she told me to continue singing calmly and that the commotion was only because someone fainted from having low blood sugar. No one told me about the brawl!"
The music was too loud when she was onstage, and there was no way for her to know what was happening offstage.
Sister Mai Na said, "I believe you. However, the media and the public might not think like me. Xiao Ling, I think someone is staging this entire situation. Someone is fanning the flames and trying to make you go down."
"Who can it be?" She asked.
"There are just too many suspects." Sister Mai Na grimaced. "There's Old Master Li, for instance, who would be happy to destroy your reputation so that it will be easier to break you and Boss apart. Similarly, the Gu Family and Pei Ziheng could have the same vendetta."
