Chapter 15 — Secret Explosive Burning of Cow Dung

Bach Nhiem completely stiffened. The lights in the studio shone on her face, her panic clearly visible. Tham Kieu questioned: "Bach Nhiem, is what the old lady said true?" Bach Nhiem bit her lip.

“I don't remember anymore.”

I smirked.

“I don't remember.”

“Whenever something unfavorable happens to you, your memory slips away like water.”

She raised her head to look at me, her eyes finally revealing a bit of hatred. That hatred came very quickly, but she suppressed it. But I see. Luc Van Da also saw it. He calmly spoke from the other end of the line.

“It's not that you don't remember.”

“She was afraid that others would know that Van Duong's silver lock had been worn around her neck for more than ten years.”

Bach Nhiem's voice trembled.

“So what?”

“I was also deceived by adults.”

“Do I have to kneel down and apologize because I wore her lock?”

I looked at her, the anger in my chest gradually dissipated.

“No one forced you to kneel.”

"I just want to ask you, was the first account that posted a scandal defaming my childhood because your studio bought the article?"

Bach Nhiem's pupils shrank. Before she could speak, Tieu Hoa gave another phone to Tham Kieu. After Tham Kieu finished watching, her face darkened.

"Bach Nhiem's studio staff just contacted the program, requesting to immediately stop all related topics."

“At the same time, a recording appeared online.”

The blood on Bach Nhiem's face immediately drained away. 11 When the recording was mentioned, Bach Nhiem's facial expression could no longer be described by the word "unsightly". She looked like she had just been picked up from the water, only to be pushed back into the ice cellar. Tham Kieu was not in a hurry to ask. She just looked at Bach Nhiem, her tone was much calmer than before.

“Is this recording your voice?”

Bach Nhiem opened his mouth.

“No.”

She answered too quickly. So fast that even Quy Hanh had to glance at her. Tham Kieu continued to ask: "So why did you say you couldn't give it?" Bach Nhiem's throat felt choked. She lowered her head to look at the water stains on the table, and after a few seconds said: "I'm just afraid that someone is making a recording to harm me." I couldn't help but laugh.

“Do you know the content of the recording in advance?”

Bach Nhiem looked up.

"Van Duong, are you determined to force me to death?"

This saying again. She turns every query into coercion. It's like if she cries the whole world has to give way to her. But this time, the comments didn't follow her like before.

“Stop crying, explain the recording first.”

"Her sentence 'What right do you have to reclaim the key' just now was so fatal."

“That means she knew in advance that the silver lock belonged to Van Duong?”

“The studio bought the blacked-out article and still pretends to be innocent?”

Bach Nhiem looked at the comments on the big screen, his eyes gradually becoming chaotic. Luc Van Da spoke from the other end of the phone.

“Later in the recording, there is one more sentence.”

Bach Nhiem shouted angrily: "Luc Van Da!" Luc Van Da's expression remained unchanged. The director seemed to have obtained the complete audio file in advance. The sound waves on the big screen continued to run. Bach Nhiem's voice rang out again. *”Don't let Van Duong raise his head.”* *”She keeps choosing the tattered stories from her childhood If you throw something out at random, netizens will curse themselves."* *"Especially when it comes to her stalking boys, this is the easiest trick to use."* Hearing this, the whole studio was so silent that the sound of breathing was light. I looked at Bach Nhiem. Suddenly I understood why she bit me right from the beginning of the show. It wasn't because I said the words "playing with boys". It wasn't because exposing my childhood was easy to attract views. She had known me for a long time. She knew what I was doing. silver lock. Know Thuy Phuong Street.