"What's wrong? Why isn't our famous President Shan saying anything? Or perhaps that I was right. You feel ashamed and don't have anything to retort?"
Seeing that Shan Yue was silent for a moment, Cheng Yan began to be sarcastic. "If that's really the case, I won't blame you. After all, who hasn't walked over from the time when they were young and energetic? You just have to apologize to everyone and this matter will be over."
"Apologize?" Shan Yue's lips curled up in disdain. "In this life, only others can apologize to me. There's no reason for me to apologize to others." Before Cheng Yan could retort again, Shan Yue turned around, took out a medal from her bag, and placed it in front of her.
"I believe Director Cheng has worked for decades. If your horizons are wide enough, I think you can recognize what this is, right?"
