Li Wenjun stood on stage, his face a mask of extreme embarrassment.
He looked flustered, stuttering as he said, "The voice in that recording; it-it's not me. It was doctored. Someone mimicked my voice... Ji Baixin, how could you stoop so low? You would go to such lengths just to get your revenge! I'm telling you, I'm going to call the police! I'll use legal means to protect my innocence, my reputation!"
"Go ahead and call them," Ji Baixin responded, "when the police come, they can retrieve your call logs. Then everyone can see if you've been in communication with Anna or not and the truth will be laid bare."
"You, you, you... I don't even know what to say to you anymore! You won't get away with slandering me this much. I originally intended to have a fair match with you, but seeing as you're playing such dirty tricks, I don't have time for this. Go on and perform your little show..." As he spoke, Li Wenjun tried to leave.
