She was terribly scared.
The next day, I asked for leave from the crew and did not go to film.
Fu Chuan's people had been keeping an eye on Lin Lang, and as soon as she asked for leave, Fu Chuan knew about it.
She felt guilty, so his guess was definitely correct.
He considered and sent another message [Is the real Lin Lang staying on the island in Thailand?]
Lin Lang was having lunch at home. When she saw the message, she was so frightened that her face turned pale. She reached out and grabbed the corner of the table with a ferocious expression.
[I do not know what you're talking about.]
This is her only confidence. Without evidence, no matter how much the other party questions her, they can't do anything to her.
[Do you think that if you have plastic surgery to look like Lin Lang, you will really be her? Wouldn’t such a lie be exposed with just one poke?]
Lin Lang suddenly became discouraged.
Fu Chuan went to find Fu Nanli and reported to him: "It has been confirmed that Fang Yun replaced Lin Lang and had plastic surgery to look like Lin Lang. I also found out that the real Lin Lang has type A blood, the most common blood type. Lin Lang's parents died when she was about ten years old, and she lived with Mrs. Du for a while afterwards."
"Doesn't Mrs. Du know her blood type?"
Fu Chuan spread his hands: "Ordinary people don't really pay much attention to blood type unless they encounter something serious and need a blood transfusion or something. Some people in their 50s or 60s can't tell you their blood type if you ask them to. Lin Lang has never had any serious illness, so it's normal for Mrs. Du not to know her blood type."
Fu Nanli nodded: "Yes."
"So how do we deal with this matter next?"
"Let's be frank. Make an appointment with her and ask her to go to Xiaotangshan. I will talk to her."
On Saturday night, Lin Lang went to Fu Nanli's exclusive private room in Xiaotangshan. Looking at the handsome man sitting at the end of the long table, he didn't dare to go forward for a moment.
They all come to disrupt her life, why is it so difficult for her
Fu Nanli was cutting the steak slowly and looked up at her. The sky was low outside the floor-to-ceiling window behind him, and the atmosphere in the huge private room was heavy and depressing.
"Please sit down." The man spoke in a low voice, and Lin Lang slowly sat down opposite him at a distance.
"Ms. Lin... or should I call you Miss Fang?" Fu Nanli's eyes were filled with sinister intent, causing Lin Lang to tremble slightly.
"What exactly do you want to do?" she asked through gritting her teeth.
"Did you kill anyone?" The man's eyes were so sharp that Lin Lang dared not look into his eyes.
The hand holding the handbag was shaking violently, and the corners of her mouth twitched a little, "I didn't kill anyone."
"you sure?"
Lin Lang stared at him: "I didn't kill anyone."
Fu Nanli put down his knife and fork and looked at her calmly: "Even if you didn't kill anyone, but you replaced someone else, what do you think you will face after this matter is exposed?"
Lin Lang lowered his eyes, seeming to have given up struggling, "Anyway, I didn't kill anyone, so I don't need to bear any criminal responsibility."
Fu Nanli did not speak. Fu Chuan, who was standing beside him, said coldly: "Let's not talk about whether the police believe you. Just talking about your current life, everything you have gained in the entertainment industry will go down the drain."
Lin Lang raised his eyes to look at them: "What do you want?"
Fu Chuan smiled slightly: "Donate blood."
Lin Lang bit his lip, clenched his fists, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "I'll think about it."
Fu Chuan tapped the table gently: "You only have three days."
Lin Lang nodded: "Okay."
She left the room and when she reached the door, Fu Chuan stopped her and said, "Did you really not kill anyone?"
(End of this chapter)