"But I've received a report that your backend was manipulated,"
As these words were spoken, they shocked everyone present.
The spectators who had been relaxed were now tense.
Their gazes fell on Ma Lingling, their piercing eyes seeming to see right through her.
Her every word and action were captured on camera.
Wen Mian, watching from behind the screen, had a particularly pronounced smirk at the corner of her mouth.
As long as Ma Lingling firmly admitted it a couple more times, Wen Mian would have the chance to capture evidence of her crime.
And all of this, thanks to Ma Lingling's own greed.
"What?"
Ma Lingling's face turned pale instantly, her eyes flitting across the people below the stage, she suddenly panicked.
She quickly waved her hands, attempting to explain, but saw the reporter's eyes sharpen even more.
"What manipulation? This is indeed my backend. I've shown you the screenshots, and I also logged into my account publicly. What more do you want?"
