Faced with the doubts of everyone, Song Qian remained silent.
Because she knew that being too forceful at this time would only backfire.
A single misstep leads to a cascade of errors.
"Xiaolong, I underestimated you after all. How did you come by this medicinal liquor formula?"
Song Qian took a deep breath, feeling somewhat helpless in her heart, partly unwilling to concede, yet she had to admit that she truly was not Xiaolong's match.
For a deputy general manager of a group to feel this helpless, one can imagine the pressure Xiaolong has put on Zhongming Hall.
"Enough, let's say less. We should be thinking about how to solve this issue, rather than finding someone to shift the blame to."
At this point, Mr. Liu, who was in charge of Zhongming Hall, spoke up again, proving to be someone who took the bigger picture into account.
This added a few more shades of shame to Song Qian's feelings.
"Mr. Liu, what do you think we should do?"
