The vicious female supporting role was read by the mind, and she stopped trying to kill herself and

Tang Ying was startled. She turned her head to look at Lu Xian who had come back to them at some point and said unhappily, "What is it to you what we are talking about?"

Lu Xian smiled slightly: "I'm just a little curious. We are all friends. Is there anything wrong with talking?"

His voice was apparently very gentle, but Tang Ying just felt uncomfortable all over.

I always feel like something is weird and it doesn't sound comfortable at all.

"Ah?" Yan Shian hesitated for two seconds, "Although this is true, but——"

She stammered, "It doesn't seem right to say this kind of thing in public, right?"

Lu Xian's expression suddenly darkened.

Facing the sunlight, his expression became even more gloomy: "What's wrong?"

"Say it out loud so everyone can listen."

Tang Ying subconsciously took half a step back.

But Yan Shian didn't notice it at all, and confirmed with him again: "Are you sure?"

"Of course."

"Okay." Yan Shian shrugged helplessly and muttered something in a low voice.

Lu Xian couldn't hear anything at all. Instead, Tang Ying's eyes widened suddenly, and she turned her head to look at him with a very strange look in her eyes.

His heart skipped a beat.

What on earth does Yan Shian know? !

Did she really say it to my face?

"What did you just say?" He spoke very quickly, took a half step forward, stared straight at Yan Shian, and brought a sense of oppression, "Speak louder, I didn't hear you."

Yan Shian said "Oh", cleared his throat, and raised his voice: "I said your zipper is not zipped up!"

Dead silence.

All the speculations lingering in my mind were shattered by this sentence.

Next to him, the photographer subconsciously looked at Lu Xian after hearing this.

The camera in his hand also moved slightly downward, accurately capturing Lu Xian.

Tang Ying: “…”

Lu Xian finally came back to his senses and hurriedly covered his pants.

He thought Yan Shian was talking nonsense, but his palm did not feel the coldness of the zipper.

His mind went blank, and he bent down subconsciously, finally squatting down slowly.

"...Um," Wang Yang coughed lightly, "How about we talk about the game later?"

Stop filming and give Lu Xian some space.

He seemed to be breaking.

Several people awkwardly changed the subject, but Lu Xian's every move had been recorded by someone with quick hands and made into an animated emoticon package, which was widely circulated.

As they were talking, they suddenly fell silent.

"It's none of my business." Seeing this, Yan Shian spread his hands, "He was the one who asked me to say it, and asked me to speak louder, but I didn't want to do that."

Huang Yuan's mouth twitched slightly.

Did she do it on purpose?

But I haven't heard that she had any conflicts with Lu Xian.

It took Lu Xian a while to come back to his senses, and he walked into the team in silence.

The host tried his best to control the urge to see his pants: "Is everyone here? Then let's go back."

On the way, the group was frighteningly silent.

Even Yan Shian, who usually talked the most, fell silent obediently.

When Lu Xian saw her like this, he recalled what happened that year, and after making sure that everything was safe, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He was probably too nervous.

he thinks.

He did that thing perfectly back then, there's no way anyone would know about it.

Besides, Yan Shian didn't know him at all before this, how could he know about that?

She probably just wanted to show off and brag.

Instead, I became suspicious because of this simple sentence.

Yan Shian is just a careless child. Look, he is silent now.

Maybe you're still blaming yourself for embarrassing him?

At this moment, Yan Shian read Lu Xian's matter over and over again with a serious expression.

But no matter how she looked, she couldn't find how to accuse Lu Xian.

But she was not reconciled.

I returned to the villa in silence, and the production crew had already prepared a sumptuous dinner.

But Yan Shian had no appetite. He took two quick bites and went straight back to his room.

Tang Ying looked at him with a frown, hesitated for two seconds, and then took a plate and put some cake and bread on it.

Wang Yang took a look and said, "There's still some porridge. I'll go get it."

In the room, Yan Shian was frowning and thinking when he heard someone knocking on the door.

She jumped up suddenly, walked quickly to the door and opened it, and sure enough, she saw Tang Ying standing outside the door with food in her hand.

"You didn't eat much at night—Hey, hey, hey, why are you pulling me?"

She was angry and amused, "You have so much strength, I think you must be full."

"I haven't finished asking you what I wanted to ask you today." Yan Shian closed the door and lowered his voice.

"I have to state in advance that I have no ill intentions. I just want to ask, if a psychologist uses these means to control a patient and instigate him to commit a crime, is there any way to make him pay the price he deserves?"

If it were anyone else, Yan Shian might not dare to ask this question.

Because to be honest, this question is very rude and offensive in front of people of the same profession.

But Tang Ying was already familiar with her and knew that she was not someone who would offend others, so she said with great disdain: "In fact, the best way is for the person involved to come forward and identify him, or for him to admit it himself."

After all, evidence of this kind of thing is really hard to find.

But looking at Yan Shian's serious expression and listening to his description, she vaguely realized something.

The directionality of these questions and descriptions is too obvious, and it doesn't seem like Yan Shian saw a case somewhere.

Instead, he knew something and was looking for a solution from her?

She shuddered.

"You," Tang Ying endured and trembled as she spoke, "Were you just asking simply, or?"

Yan Shian let out a long sigh.

She didn't say anything, but Tang Ying understood everything.

"Let me think about it," Yan Shian took the plate from her hand. "Thank you for the food."

Tang Ying has a strong sense of empathy.

She felt sick and sad at the thought of someone using their professional knowledge to do this kind of thing.

She walked out of Yan Shian's room in a daze. As soon as she looked up, she saw Lu Xian standing in the corridor, staring at her.

She was startled and yelled, "No, Lu Xian, you are not really sick, are you?!"

Lu Xian said in a low voice: "What did you just say? Did she tell you about me?"

"Your story?" Tang Ying seemed to have heard something very funny. She curled her lips and said with sarcasm, "Lu Xian, don't think too highly of yourself."

"You have nothing to say that is worthy of me and Yan Shian to talk about it privately behind closed doors!"

After saying that, she snorted heavily, turned her head away, and walked straight back to her room.

Lu Xian was not angry. He just watched her walk back to the room. Her appearance just now appeared in his mind, and his eyes narrowed slightly.