From the moment Xiao Yao appeared, Yuan Linghua occasionally scrutinized him, then nervously lowered her head. She had seen Xiao Yao's composed demeanor and, unwilling to accept it, looked up again, hoping to catch a glimpse of panic in his eyes. But when her gaze met Xiao Yao's, she detected a profound meaning in his look. She then heard Xiao Yao inquire about the origin of the rumors. A sudden fear surged through her, speculating whether Xiao Yao was doubting her, whether he knew how the rumors had started. Otherwise, why would he have glanced at her before asking? The more Yuan Linghua thought about it, the more she believed that Xiao Yao might already know. Yet, she couldn't trust her own speculation. After all, she had only orchestrated this last night, and no matter how capable Xiao Yao was, he couldn't possibly know about it.
"Boss, I have no idea, I heard about this rumor first thing this morning!" Zhang Mingming shook his head.
