Sang Ning looked at the man below the stage. His eyes were clearly brimming with provocation—obviously here to stir trouble. No matter what she said, he'd find a way to twist it. So, it didn't matter what she chose to say.
"Sorry, my personal life is not up for discussion. If this gentleman is genuinely here to watch a movie, we absolutely welcome you. But if you're here to stir up trouble, I'm more than up for the challenge." Sang Ning's attitude was resolute and firm.
The man suddenly became irate and flustered. "Getting so worked up—did I hit a nerve? Guess you're really losing it?"
The insolence in his tone was unmistakable. The host shot a look at the security guards, signaling them to escort the man out.
The man seemed to anticipate this, raising his hands defensively. "Don't come near me! It's just a question—do you have to resort to violence? Don't think I won't sue you!"
The security guards hesitated in their steps, momentarily unsure.
