Before the hostess could finish, the sound of a conversation broke through the white noise. "Su Zhinian, is this what you call discussing it with me?"
The crowd, who had been looking around, thinking it was an audio malfunction, slowly turned their eyes toward Su Zhinian.
Wait, isn't this my voice?
As this thought settled in Song Qingchun's mind, her own voice that was quivering with anger like she was holding a great ball of fury within her drifted into her own ears. "You've prepared everything, haven't you? It doesn't cross your mind to respect my opinion at all!"
About one second after Song Qingchun realized it was her who was talking on the audio, everything dawned on Su Zhinian. With just two sentences, he understood this was a recording of the conversation he had shared with Song Qingchun after they left the orphanage. But this was their private conversation, why would it be broadcasted at Song Empire's anniversary?
