"You still haven't wired the money, Kang Yiyi." Jing Hao said, annoyed at the young woman. He didn't even really care about the minimal amount of money. All he really wanted was to get her off his back so he could be peaceful.
She mischievously smiled. Looking at him with contempt, she spoke as though she was above him and everybody else. "That's because I still can't trust that you'll be able to edit her words to be proper."
"It'll take only one attempt from one of my men to make the audio recording. You don't need to be so noisy."
"But are they skilled enough to make it seem not fabricated?" She yawned like this conversation bore her. Crossing her leg over the other, she casually grabbed the first magazine she saw and patiently flipped through it like she had all the time in the world. Which for the demise of the person she despised, she ironically did.
