Yuan Yifan took out a file bag from her shoulder bag and handed it to her.
This yellow file bag seemed very familiar to her, as if she had seen it in Amo's office before.
She took it and opened it to check the contents. To her surprise, it was full of photos of Yuan Yifan handing money back and forth with a female doctor. She then listened to a recorder and finally understood what was happening.
"Sis, since you already have these evidences, why resort to such underhanded tactics? If you want to punish me, then give me a straight answer. You have no idea how crazy these days have made me."
"..." She understood now; it must have been Amo who did all this, she had nothing to do with it.
"Sis, can't you stop tormenting me? Can't you spare me for the sake of our relationship as sisters?"
Qiao Xiaon'an tidied the photographs and papers and the recorder on the table, looked at her, "Firstly, I never gathered these evidences. Secondly, do we still share the bond of sisterhood?"
