"It's not me! It's not me!"
Yang Meifeng was terrified out of her wits; her mind raced as she rapidly waved her hands and shook her head in denial, "I'm just here to clean, I'll be leaving right away."
While speaking, she pretended to brush the sunflower seed shells and the finished duck neck into the trash can.
Are you kidding, with so many armed Sirs around, how could she dare to admit anything?
"Still saying it's not you!"
One of the leading Sirs snorted coldly, "I ask you, aren't you called Yang Meifeng? Speak!"
Yang Meifeng swallowed, her eyes darting about, about to deny it again when she heard the harsh voice of the Sir next to her, "I advise you to answer truthfully, and if you dare to lie, the charge will be more severe!"
Yang Meifeng, who had never faced such a situation, instantly deflated and nodded helplessly, saying in a low voice, "Yes, I am Yang Meifeng, you Sirs have got the wrong person, listen to me explain."
