Zhang Siqing received a phone call and immediately became dazed, sinking into grief and helplessness.
Hao Yi was a sharp man. His heart lurched at once as he sensed something was wrong. After approaching and probing a little, he realized that something major had happened.
Naturally, he hated the person who had made the accusation, but at that moment, he felt the people involved needed to resolve it themselves.
So he immediately texted Ding Ling, explaining the situation and telling him to come quickly.
Zhang Siqing took quite a while to recover before finally seeming to come around.
She looked at Hao Yi. 'Hao Yi, tell me—is this really true?'
Hao Yi stammered, not daring to say another word.
Zhang Siqing was an intelligent woman. Seeing his reaction, how could she not understand?
Her heart shattered, and tears streamed down her face. 'Why? Why is this happening?'
Hao Yi felt as if he had two heads but only one mind, unable to figure out how to explain things. Still, he couldn't just leave her without comforting her. After thinking for a moment, he said:
'Zhang Siqing, you need to take things in stride. You and I have been in contact with Ding Ling for so long. You know what kind of person he is. You can't completely deny Ding Ling because of one person's phone call. That would be wrong.
'Besides.
'During the time Ding Ling has been in contact with you, countless beautiful women have confessed to him of their own accord, but he ignored every one of them. You know that perfectly well.
'If he really wanted to mess around, do you think you could stop him?
'He has the qualifications and the capital to mess around. And many girls—even if they knew he was messing around—would still