Evidence?
Lu Mian chuckled, the cold laughter tinged with sympathy for Leng Yao, even a hint of sadness.
The crowd below started to jeer.
"That's right, Miss Leng Yao has already spoken, where's your evidence?"
"None of us have seen Master Cen Ci before; are we supposed to just believe whatever you say? Do you think we're idiots?"
"Of all people to impersonate, you chose Cold Miss's master. Are you saying Leng Yao doesn't even recognize her own master?"
Lu Mian narrowed her eyes slightly.
"I don't have a disciple who seeks fame by deceit and falsehood!"
Leng Yao shivered.
Lu Mian had already taken out her phone, leisurely fiddling with it before suddenly projecting its screen onto the big screen.
She showed the account proving her identity to everyone.
Shi Qin of the main judging panel immediately recognized it.
His expression excited, his face flushed red, he blurted out, "That's Master Cen Ci's social media account from when she competed in the past!"
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