Ji Ziyin looked at her in amusement. "Go? Where do you want to go, Miss Jiang? The police station?"
Jiang Xianrou's face was tense as she stared at her.
Ji Ziyin placed a hand on her knee nonchalantly and continued with a faint smile, "Don't tell me you don't know that your medicine caused people to die?"
Jiang Xianrou paled. Even though she forced herself to appear calm, her evasive eyes were already showing fear.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Then, she gritted her teeth and said, "It's not up to you to decide if there's anything wrong with my medicine! The Overseas Medical Association can prove it for me—"
The middle-aged man beside Ji Ziyin and Brother Qiao looked at her as if she was a fool.
Because she was a fool in their eyes at this moment!
