At that moment, the leader of the workgroup had already left for some time.
Shangguan Yunqi looked at the papers on the table.
These were the statements that the leader asked her to write.
Shangguan Yunqi's hands trembled, and she couldn't write a single word.
She was still in the hospital ward.
Every day, her health was being checked.
It seemed that as long as she was alive, this matter would never end.
Xia Bowen, that heartless bastard, was nothing but a treacherous dog when it came to seeing profit over loyalty.
He didn't speak a word in his own defense.
Even Xia Ming said there was no other way; what should be known was already known, and it was nearly impossible to disentangle oneself.
Even if you were to perform a meritorious service, it would still be a matter of atonement for one's sins.
Xia Ming also advised her to come clean, to reflect on her mistakes and accept whatever punishment was due.
This matter might then pass.
