The live fortune telling is so accurate that the whole network is waiting to watch.

Sang Feiwan turned away and said coldly: "If we were not master and disciple, then you would be in the mortal world and I would be in heaven, and we would never meet again."

One is in the sky, the other is on the earth, and they will never intersect!

"Master, you really don't have any other intentions?"

"No."

"But I do, I..."

"Shut up! Luo Ning, you are the god of war in heaven, and you will inherit my throne in the future. But if you can't be pure-hearted, concentrate on cultivation, and can't take on the responsibility of heaven, how can I be assured of passing the throne to you?"

"Then pass it to me now!"

After Yu Beiming finished reciting the last line, he suddenly launched a sneak attack and knocked his master into the mortal world with one palm.

But when his palm fell on Sang Feiwan's back, the scene when she jumped off the cliff that year emerged in his mind.

A drop of clear tear, across the fragments of memory, fell in a corner where no one could see, and eventually became an unhealable wound.

"Clap clap clap..."

After each scene was finished, there was warm applause in the venue.

The host clapped and said, "You two performed really well. I was moved."

Pan Mao was also secretly amazed: How come Bei Ming's acting skills have improved so much after only a few months of not seeing him? This is even better than when he was filming the movie. His eyes are full of drama!

The two parties returned to their respective seats and bowed slightly to the audience to express their gratitude.

Sang Feiwan discovered something and muttered to herself, "Bei Ming must have been too absorbed in the role during the filming, which is why he fell in love with me. It seems like we really can't work together in the future."

There was thunderous applause from the audience.

The host on the stage raised her hand and made a hushed gesture, waiting for the noise in the audience to gradually quiet down. When she was holding the microphone and preparing to lead everyone to the next link, a sudden voice came from the audience:

"Sang Feiwan, look at me, look at me! I'm your aunt, dear aunt!"

The shout was very loud, and since everyone around was quiet, it immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

The audience below the stage exclaimed, and the crew members on the stage also looked at Sang Feiwan, all puzzled.

The host reacted quickly. After a moment of shock, he quickly replied:

"I know that many of the audience here are fans of Sang Feiwan, including mothers and aunts. I understand your excitement. Madam, please take a seat first. We will move on to the next part... Hey, don't rush to the stage! Security! Security!"

The woman in the audience desperately tried to get on stage, but was stopped by the security guard. But she still didn't give up, holding on to the railing to avoid being dragged away, and still shouting loudly:

"Sang Feiwan, I am really your aunt. Don't you want to know who your father is? Your father is Qiao Yuanhang, the one who connected to your live broadcast room that night to look for your daughter! He is here too, look, look quickly!"

In the audience, a man wearing a black jacket and looking sickly slowly stood up from his seat. His eyes were slightly moist as he looked at Sang Feiwan excitedly.

"I have been to an orphanage. My sister Qiao Qingshu sent me there that year. My name was Sang Feiwan. Your mother hated me, so she changed your name to her surname."

The event tonight is grand, with not only tens of thousands of fans, but also numerous media and reporters.

Therefore, as soon as the Qiao siblings appeared, they immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Reporters and cameramen who reacted quickly had already turned their microphones and cameras towards the scene.

There were also many people who had watched Sang Feiwan’s live broadcast and remembered Qiao Yuanhang, so they also started filming with their mobile phones.

There were even media reporters holding microphones and asking Sang Feiwan:

"Sang Feiwan, is Qiao Yuanhang really your father?"

"Ms. Sang, that day Qiao Yuanhang came to your live broadcast room to calculate the whereabouts of your daughter. Did you really not figure it out, or did you figure it out but don't want to recognize her?"

"Did you arrange for your father to come to the scene? Did you sacrifice personal news to further hype up the movie?"

"Miss Sang? Sang Feiwan, why don't you speak?"

At this moment, Sang Feiwan looked at Qiao Yuanhang steadily, with no trace of emotion in her cold eyes.

The panic on the stage was no less than that in the audience.

The person who was most panicked and worried was director Pan Mao.

Pan Mao was most afraid that the actors’ personal problems would affect the film’s reputation.

After going through so many difficulties, I finally finished filming the movie, I finally waited for it to be released, and I finally happily held a fan meeting to promote the movie.

Who knew this incident would happen again halfway through, and it was still about the heroine Sang Feiwan...

Wait, it’s just a recognition of family! It’s not an actor’s reputation being ruined, so it shouldn’t be a big deal, right?

So Pan Mao tried his best to wink at Sang Feiwan, asking her to come out and say something so that the matter could be put behind them.

Across the commotion in the audience and the cameras and cameras, Sang Feiwan stared at Qiao Yuanhang in the audience.

And Qiao Yuanhang was also looking at her.

However, he looked at Qiao Yuanhang with a cold gaze as if he were a stranger.

And one of them was shaking with excitement, and tremblingly called out: "Wanwan, my daughter..."

Sang Feiwan frowned slightly, and was thinking about how to solve the problem when Yu Beiming took the microphone and stood up.

"Everyone, today's event is a fan meeting for the movie "Ascension", and we are mainly promoting the movie. As for the matter of finding relatives, we should follow the normal process. First call the police to explain the situation, and then let the police investigate the whole matter. This is Miss Sang's private matter, and she has many doubts about it. Before the matter is clarified, we will not explain too much here."

Qiao Yuanhang: "You are right..."

Yu Beiming didn't wait for him to say more and continued, "Mr. Qiao, before the matter is clarified, you are still just an ordinary audience member. Please sit back in your seat. Everyone else please return to your original seats. Thank you for your cooperation."

Qiao Yuanhang sat down. Qiao Qingshu wanted to make a fuss again, but was dragged away by the security guard in time.

Although the situation on site was temporarily under control, due to such an incident, the fan meeting had to be shortened and all the steps had to be completed quickly.

Finally the event ended and everyone left the stage.

When they got backstage, everyone immediately surrounded Sang Feiwan.

"Ms. Sang, was that person in the audience just now really your father?"

"Sister Wan, I also watched your live broadcast. That Mr. Qiao is also a poor man. Will you recognize him?"

"Yes, yes! Didn't he say on the live broadcast that he was quite rich? He still has a lot of property to leave to you!"

"I envy you so much, Miss Sang. Any father you find is a wealthy man."