Song Qingchun went through everything that was on her mind in one breath. She did feel much better internally. She turned and left immediately, without a thought for the roomful of people she had stunned motionless.
The clicking sound of high heels against the floor was amplified as Song Qingchun returned to her personal office.
After her emotions settled down, Song Qingchun picked up the phone on the table and clicked opened her messages.
As she stared at the familiar number and the six words "Xia Ji is a drug addict" beneath it, the tension between her brows softened. Actually, when she saw the message for the first time herself, she also had a hard time believing it.
Xia Ji had always enjoyed a positive public image; he was perfection incarnate; he came from a good family, always a gentleman, and did not touch alcohol or cigarettes. His innumerable merits made him the idol of the nation. His popularity was unrivalled.
