Zhong Han raised his eyebrows and glanced at Zhao Tianyang. Then he took the documents and began reading carefully, growing more and more horrified as he read. Cold sweat poured down his forehead like raindrops, trailing down his cheeks.
"No! This is a frame-up! Xu Youcai is framing me! Leader Wang, please don't believe what's written here, I'm innocent!"
Zhong Han tossed the materials aside. Although he continued to argue, he no longer had the confidence he once did. He couldn't help but step backward until he leaned against the wall, utterly drained.
"Zhong Han, won't you admit it now?" Wang Min turned to look at him and asked coldly.
Zhong Han lifted his head to meet Wang Min's gaze. His lips quivered, but no sound emerged. Then he slid down the wall to the floor, burying his head in his hands.
