Lin Xuezhu felt her mind was in disarray.
Something was not right, she needed to sort it out.
Suddenly, as if a realization struck her, "Do you have any proof that you paid for the books? No, no, even if you did pay, so what? What kind of relationship do these two have? He bought books for her among so many people in the cultural troupe. Why only Song Ting? If this isn't made clear, there's no need to discuss anything else. Give me an explanation right now."
After these words were spoken, the meeting room fell into an uneasy silence once again.
Actually, the reason Song Ting had only resisted passively and not fought back hard was exactly this.
To say she felt guilty? Song Ting didn't think she was. She had spent money on the books, and she wasn't a stranger to Lew Yuan. At that time, she really didn't think there was anything to it, but Lin Xuezhu's outburst had put her in a difficult position.
