"Letting An Siqi use my reputation as a gimmick to open up the live broadcast sale route was indeed my responsibility,"
"Without my indulgence, there wouldn't be as many victims in the live broadcast room today. This is my dereliction of duty, and I won't shirk this responsibility,"
Shi Yaoguang spoke with firm conviction.
Zheng Ze was still not satisfied, "Even if you say that, what use is it? Just because you admit it's your responsibility, can my sister's face be restored to what it was before?"
"Yes."
"Don't think that you can clear your name with just a few words of sophistry. Let me tell you, I—"
Zheng Ze had intended to drop some harsh words, but halfway through, he realized that Shi Yaoguang seemed to have said something and suddenly stared at her, dumbfounded.
Shi Yaoguang met his gaze and repeated, "Yes."
Zheng Ze hesitantly asked, "You can do what?"
"You're asking if I can restore your sister's face to its original state? My answer is—yes,"
