"Yan Zhong, send the guest off…"
Su Jin smiled faintly, but her face was full of confidence.
"President Yu, don't be in a hurry to chase him away. I have a recording of Old Qi personally admitting to me that you're the mastermind. Perhaps you'll be interested to listen to it. Although the recording can't be used as evidence, if I put it on the Internet, do you think Wanchen Real Estate's stock market will plummet on Monday when President Yu is so scheming to bully an orphan girl who has no one to rely on?"
These few words carried quite a lot of weight. Yu Wanfu, who didn't care much at first, couldn't help but narrow his eyes and examine her, carefully weighing the credibility of her words.
Yan Zhong didn't come in, so he might not be here.
Su Jin took out her phone and played an audio recording. It was the conversation between Old Qi and her in the teahouse.
