The female journalist was obviously taken aback by my words, but Wen Xiru remained so confident.

She forced herself to stay calm and asked me, "Miss Jiang, how do you prove that you did not harm Miss Wen?"

"Funny! I won't prove my innocence. You prove first that I harmed her."

I ignored her and focused on waiting for the phone to connect.

Wen Xiru watched my actions and began to incite public opinion again.

"Jiang Yizhu, are you trying to manipulate people and use your power to oppress others?"

"You want evidence, right? I am the evidence!" I sneered, "I did manipulate, guess who I asked for help this time?"

Seeing that my call was not going through, Wen Xiru was convinced that I couldn't refute her.

She started to point at me triumphantly, "I don't care who you find. You better apologize in front of everyone now!! Don't let your lackeys harass me or cyberbully me."

Luo Mu also expressed his headache, "Jiang Yizhu, we are live now. As long as you kneel down and apologize to Xiru, she will forgive and forget."

Oh? Live broadcast? That saves me the trouble of clarifying myself.

Soon, the call connected, and I switched to video.

Teacher Weilang's face appeared on the screen.

I quickly covered the phone screen and walked towards Wen Xiru step by step.

"Wen Xiru, you said Teacher Weilang is your teacher, right?"

She seemed to think I was about to apologize, a smile playing on her lips.

"Of course, he is. My painting skills are better than yours. Any problem with that?"

I waved my hand quickly, "Of course, no problem, but..."

Then I released my hand covering the screen, letting everyone see it.

I approached her slowly, "It seems Teacher Weilang doesn't seem to know you?"

When the female journalist saw my screen clearly, she exclaimed, "Teacher Weilang!"