“Ms. Shen, you insist that Ye Xingchen’s biological father died three years ago, is that right?”
Host Li Man’s voice was sickly sweet. Wearing a sequined dress, she stood in the center of the stage, her smile so perfectly calibrated that every audience member could feel she was paying attention to them. Five hundred people sat in the audience, while phone flashes flickered on and off like fireflies.
“Yes,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
“But the evidence you have is only a death certificate from three years ago and a genetic comparison report that you claim is authentic.”
Li Man tilted her head. Her high heel tapped against the stage. “According to the show’s rules, the process must be open and transparent. So we’ve invited Professor Wang, a genetics expert, to compare Xingchen’s DNA live on air.”
