Wear it quickly, it's better to live a miserable life than to die

"Why are you sure it was me?" Ding Yi asked.

Director Jiang took out his cell phone, searched through it, found a photo, handed it to Ding Yi, and said nothing.

Ding Yi took it and looked at it. The photo showed a bright-looking woman who looked 50% similar to her.

Director Jiang added: "The age and appearance match, and he is an orphan whose parents are unknown..."

He didn't say anything else, probably because Ding Yi already knew.

Ding Yi rubbed the phone case with his slender fingers, his eyes deep.

"Send it to me." Ding Yi stood up and looked down at Director Jiang. "I don't want anyone else to know what happened today."

After Ding Yi walked out, Director Jiang sat down, collapsed to the ground, raised his hand with difficulty, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"What a great guy who knows a little bit about martial arts. Today I finally saw it. It turns out that this idiom can be used in this way."

Ding Yi returned to his shack and closed the door, indicating that he did not want to be disturbed.

She had been thinking about the truth behind Zhang Tingrong's death, but she had never expected it to be so bloody. In order to win over others, the husband drugged his wife and sent her to someone else's bed. Now that his son had grown up and accepted power, he wanted to erase the stain.

No one is innocent in this, except Zhang Tingrong.

Is she going to come into this world? No.

Did she choose her parents? No.

The executioner regarded her as shameful, but did not reflect on why she was the one to be shamed.

A vortex appeared in Ding Yi's eyes, dark and scary.

In the evening, the others had already returned one after another. Seeing that she had closed the door, they thought she was frightened and did not disturb her.

While eating, Ding Yi walked out calmly, as if nothing had happened. He ate what he was supposed to eat and drank what he was supposed to drink.

If you look closely, you can see that Ding Yi's beautiful eyes are slightly red.

Tang Zhongliang talked about the interesting things that happened during their filming of many episodes. "Although Director Jiang's program is extremely popular, there are some little secrets in it. Do you want to know?"

Xiang Xiang jumped out and said, "Brother Tang, tell us what embarrassing things Director Jiang has done. Next time you meet him, you can bring them up and laugh at him."

Tang Zhongliang lowered his body and glanced at the camera. Several heads came together and whispered in a voice that only they could hear: "According to rumors, the reason why this show is so popular is that Director Jiang sacrifices one person in each episode. Eleven episodes have been filmed and eleven people have been injured, including but not limited to guests, staff, and NPCs."

Xiang Xiang patted her chest, suddenly realizing what was going on. She looked at Ding Yi with pity and patted her shoulder to comfort her, "Fortunately it wasn't you."

At the same time, I feel a little regretful, why not.

Looking again, everyone was standing very close to each other in order to hear the secret.

Xiang Xiang moved her butt unnaturally, away from Ding Yi's seat.

Sitting next to such a beautiful woman, the pressure was too great, and she looked overshadowed.

The seven-day recording ended with everyone happily celebrating. The three resident guests said frankly that they had never felt so relaxed before and felt that the money they received in this episode was a bit hot.

Xiang Xiang volunteered to solve the problem for them: "It's too hot, it can't be too hot, you can treat us to a meal, it would be nice for everyone to have a farewell dinner. I'll come next time."

Turning to Ding Yi, he asked, "Xiao Zhang, can I see you next time?"

Ding Yi shook his head and said, "I want to join the crew."

Xiang Xiang was greatly disappointed and frightened, but it was too late for her to take back what she had just said.

Looking up, they saw several cameras turned on, aiming 360 degrees at them, ensuring that no corner was missed.

The moment she got the phone, Ding Yi called Qu Xuan, "Wait in the office. I want to talk to you about something. You'd better think it over before you speak, otherwise..."

Otherwise, Ding Yi's sinisterness is enough to make people terrified.

The flight back from Minxi was direct, and Qu Xuan was already waiting for Ding Yi at the airport.

Today, he did not use a driver. He acted as the driver himself and drove Ding Yi all the way, passing a winding mountain road and entering a low-key luxurious manor.

"This is my home." Qu Xuan took the initiative to introduce, "Grandpa wants to meet you. He will explain this matter to you personally."

Ding Yi met Qu Zhihe, an 80-year-old man in the back garden. Qu Zhihe was in good spirits, but when he saw Ding Yi, his eyes dimmed, showing neither enthusiasm nor disgust, as if he was looking at a stranger.

"Here you go, sit down."

Ding Yi sat calmly opposite Qu Zhihe, watching him elegantly brew Kung Fu tea, taking a sip, and then putting it down.

"Is there anything you want to ask?"

"Who is that man? How much do you know about Qu Shuzhu?"

Qu Zhihe glared at her and said angrily, "That's your mother. How rude of you."

Ding Yi sneered, "Not recognizing her will be good for everyone, isn't it, Mr. Qu?"

Qu Zhihe was choked and speechless for a moment. He stared at Ding Yi, trying to read something from her face.

Ding Yi was calm and collected, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea. Qu Zhihe narrowed his eyes, having never seen such a bold young man.

After taking a sip, Ding Yi put it down in disgust. This was the stuff the old man from the dignified Qu family drank. The bitter taste filled his mouth, pure bitterness, with no other taste.

Ding Yi's boldness made Qu Zhihe laugh and cry. He took the initiative to explain, "Although tea is bitter, it is another kind of life."

"I know. No matter how fancy the tea is, it still can't cover up the problem of poor quality tea and poor craftsmanship."

Qu Zhihe glared angrily, and felt his right side, but didn't feel the crutch.

"Old man, you asked me to come here. You wouldn't just treat the guests with a cup of bitter tea, would you? The Qu family has fallen to this level."

"Hehe..." Qu Zhihe was panting. He felt that if he didn't send Ding Yi away quickly, Ding Yi would soon send him away. The little girl had no sense of respecting the elderly and loving the young, and he couldn't do anything about her.

She was not afraid of him.

Ding Yi said that if you had been influenced by the God of Death, you would not be afraid.

Mr. Qu's little bit of pressure is totally inadequate.

"That man is dead, and the family has fallen. You don't need to investigate. You are living a good life now, so there is no need. As for the Sun family, Sun Qiuyang, you and I are from the same mother. The Qu family can act as lobbyists to ease the conflict between you. Since you were frightened this time, the Qu family will make the decision and compensate you 50 million."

The sarcasm on Ding Yi's face grew stronger and stronger, and when Qu Zhihe finished speaking, she burst into laughter.

"Master Qu, Sun Qiuyang wants to kill me, you know that, right?"

Qu Zhihe avoided his gaze, and Ding Yi understood, so he laughed even more wildly.

Pointing at Qu Zhihe, Ding Yi described him as crazy: "Mr. Qu, you are here to make fun of me. The Sun family wanted to kill me, but I still want to make peace with them. Mr. Qu is really magnanimous. The Sun family directly shit on the Qu family's face, but they still laughed it off. I admire you."