The press conference was eerily quiet. Everyone's face was etched with shock, and all cameras were locked onto Xu Ke's calm expression.
"Mr. Ding, have you heard enough?" Xu Ke asked, looking toward Ding Anzhi. "Do you have any other questions?"
Ding Anzhi's face was ashen, and he was unable to utter a single word. He had never dreamed that Xu Ke could obtain such evidence. With this recording released, all his questions had become a joke. What drove him to despair was the clear realization that his reputation was about to be ruined.
As expected, the audience watching the live broadcast, who had been supporting Ding Anzhi, completely turned against him.
"So, it was Ding Anzhi and Xu Ke's relatives conspiring to frame him."
"Damn, he looks so respectable, but he's actually a corrupt journalist."
"Pah! Truly disgusting."
Seeing that Ding Anzhi had fallen silent, Xu Ke continued to explain to the cameras, "The source of this recording was actually my third uncle."
