Su Shuixian clenched her teeth, wishing she could pounce and tear Lin Anning's face to pieces.
"What more proof do we need? Aren't the handwriting at the top different styles?"
"Village chief, take a look for yourself."
Su Shuixian picked up the letter and Lin Anning's speech draft and handed both to Li Youbao.
Zhou Jianshe and a couple of daring educated youths hurried forward to take a look. Sure enough, the handwriting appeared identical.
Li Youbao furrowed his brows, taking a drag from his dry pipe.
"Comrade Lin, what do you have to say?"
In his heart, he still believed Lin Anning was not that kind of person.
"Village chief?"
Su Shuixian looked at Li Youbao incredulously. Even now, was he still protecting Lin Anning?
She stepped forward and grasped Zhou Jianshe's hand.
"Zhou Jianshe was someone I fancied first, and he and I have been getting along for a while now."
