Ma Lingling couldn't wait to leave the scene.
Surrounded by so many people, Ma Lingling's face had long since lost its composure.
She took a deep breath, trying to dodge the journalists' questions.
But with the microphones pressed against her cheek, not speaking wasn't an option.
"All right, then just one last question."
The lead journalist had seized the chance to speak and had stepped forward, now very close.
While Ma Lingling was at a loss, he was thrilled.
"What if this piece of music wasn't created by you? Do you dare swear on your family members? A journalist just presented evidence proving that you swapped the audio. How do you explain that?"
Ma Lingling's hands were clenched tightly, unable to come up with an answer.
To be honest, she hadn't anticipated this kind of situation before coming on stage.
Nor had she thought ahead about a solution.
The prepared statements had already been repeated over and over.
