Xing Shu had never interacted with Liu Xiangru before, yet she could callously make an innocent victim bear all the responsibility with just a phone call. How could she be a kind person? Was this the kind of woman Nie Heng liked?
Nie Heng frowned. Of course, he could read between the lines. "Xing Shu, I don't know you, but I know Cheng Lang. He wouldn't casually put a USB flash drive that involves tens of billions of yuan into his jacket pocket. I believe that Liu Chun did hire someone to give you the works. But you must have made up the part about the trade secrets."
Xing Shu retorted, "So what if I made it up? If it wasn't for my smarts, I wouldn't just have injured my feet, but my face would have been disfigured as well. You should know what looks mean to women, right?"
Nie Heng's eyes slowly narrowed. "What do I have to do to make you give up pursuing the matter?"
Xing Shu said, "That depends on how far you can go for Liu Xiangru."
