After a few slaps, Naronglan was already dizzy, like a spinning top out of control.
She struggled to her feet, furious and wanting to retaliate.
However, before her hand fell, Murong Jing grabbed it with lightning speed.
"What? You still want to fight?" Murong Jing's voice was as cold as ice, and every word seemed to carry a biting chill.
Narong Lan widened his eyes and looked at Murong Jing in disbelief.
She tried to break free from his grip, but found herself unable to move, as if she were held in a pair of iron tongs. "Murong Jing, even if you're the best actor, so what? I'm Mrs. Huo!" she shouted, her face threatening but her heart weak.
"So what if it's Mrs. Huo?" Murong Jing sneered, his eyes full of disdain. "You are suspected of murder, and we all have the right to hold you accountable!" His voice was sonorous and powerful, like a sharp sword piercing Narong Lan's heart.
He turned to look at the photographer, his eyes revealing a hint of majesty: "Tell me what's going on. If you don't tell the truth, you can just wait to quit this industry!" His tone was unquestionable, as if he had already taken control of the overall situation.
The photographer looked at Murong Jing and then at Narong Lan. Both of them were people he couldn't afford to offend.
He swallowed his saliva, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. In the end, he chose to tell the truth: "This is what happened..."
As the photographer continued, everyone's expressions grew increasingly grim. They couldn't believe Naronglan would actually go after a brown bear just to increase his own popularity. Such behavior was simply insane and unacceptable.
Song Jiao looked at Na Ronglan coldly, but in her heart she had already mocked herself: Idiot! You are really hopeless!
But the intention to attract attention was fake. The real intention was to use the brown bear to kill her.
At this moment, Long Xunyi, one of the guests, stood up. His voice was firm and powerful: "The program team must give us an explanation for this matter!" His words were immediately echoed and supported by others.
The host was like being struck by lightning at this moment, looking at Naronglan in amazement, never expecting that she would do such a thing.
His eyes were full of shock and disbelief, as if he had seen something incredible.
The director also hurried over at this time, his face full of embarrassment and apology, like a child who had done something wrong.
"Everyone, I'm very sorry," he bowed deeply to everyone, "What do you think is the best way to deal with this?" There was a hint of helplessness and pleading in his tone.
"We demand that Naronglan withdraw from the variety show!" Someone was the first to shout the slogan, his voice firm and powerful.
"Her safety cannot be guaranteed if she stays with us. If she doesn't leave, then we will retreat!" Someone else echoed, his tone full of determination and firmness.
"We must retreat, no matter who she is!" The voices of the crowd rose and fell, surging like waves.
Their goal is surprisingly consistent, which is to get Na Ronglan to quit the variety show.
In the closed live broadcast room, the audience was like ants in a frying pan, discussing and speculating about what had happened. Their curiosity was completely ignited, and they left messages on the barrage, wanting to know the truth of the matter.
Finally, with everyone's insistence, Naronglan was asked to withdraw from the variety show.
She left the scene dejectedly like a defeated rooster.
The program team later clarified the whole matter. They admitted their negligence in management and supervision, apologized to the audience and guests, and promised to strengthen management and supervision to ensure that similar incidents would not happen again.
Without Naronglan, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and the program continued to be recorded.
Song Jiao was like a cunning fox, always keeping an eye on Naronglan's every move and not missing any trace of movement.
She was lying in the cave, leisurely watching Na Ronglan being taken away by Huo Ling. A mocking arc appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she almost couldn't help laughing out loud.
Did Na Ronglan really think that he could complete the task with those little tricks? How naive.
Huo Ling's eyes were as cold as ice. He stared at Na Ronglan as if he wanted to see through her heart.
"Shouldn't you explain yourself?" His voice was deep and powerful, revealing unquestionable authority. "You weren't looking for attention, were you? You were trying to lure the brown bear over and kill Chen Yao, right?"
Huo Ling stood up, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, staring at Na Ronglan closely.
He reached out and pinched her chin hard, as if he was controlling her life and death.
"Zhang Yurou, I remember I should have warned you not to do anything to hurt Chen Yao again. You challenge my bottom line again and again. Do you think that no one else can be Mrs. Huo except you?" His tone was full of warnings and threats.
"No, I didn't!" Na Ronglan was completely devastated at this moment. She shook her head, tears streaming down her face.
The plot is obviously not like this, why did it become like this?
"No? Then why don't you explain to me what exactly is going on?" Huo Ling originally trusted Zhang Yurou 100%, but after the car accident, his trust in her began to gradually decline.
From the deliberately edited video to the targeting on the show, everything made him disappointed and angry.
He winked at his assistant, who immediately understood.
He took out the syringe, and the other two bodyguards held Naronglan down.
"What are you doing? Let me go! Let me go!" Na Ronglan exclaimed, but the people next to him showed no intention of stopping.
Her heart was filled with fear and helplessness, as if she had already foreseen the fate she was about to face.
The assistant smiled faintly, as if watching a good show. "Madam, you are really too noisy now, go get some sleep!"
His words were soft and cold, as if offering final comfort to a dying person.
As the stinging pain came from his arm, Naronglan felt dizzy and lost consciousness the next second.
Song Jiao felt extremely happy to see such a farce unfold.
She smiled slightly. According to Huo Ling's personality, he had suffered a loss before and was now disobeyed. He would definitely lock Zhang Yurou up and torture her bit by bit.
After all, that's how he treated Zhang Yurou in the original plot.
It now seems that the possibility of Naronglan completing the task is less than 10%.
"Host, Naronglan is now doubting your identity and wants her system to investigate your identity." Tuanzi discovered Naronglan's visit on the system page.
Song Jiao, however, looked unconcerned. "It doesn't matter. She can't find out anything. After all, she doesn't know yet. The difference between us is not just the identity of the tasker."
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