"Speak up about your matter."
Ji Ruonan silently stared at Ya Tianxing.
This had to be addressed by Zhong Tianhao.
Without any intention to conceal, Zhong Tianhao stepped forward, then took out an envelope from his hand and placed it on the desk in front of Ya Tianxing.
Besides him, the other three people in the office all had their eyes fixed on that envelope.
On the envelope, three crookedly written words with the left hand—
[Complaint Letter].
Mo Shangjun's brows twitched slightly.
Someone was complaining about Ji Ruonan? Judging by the handwriting, it must be an anonymous complaint.
