Lu Jiajie looked at her calm expression and asked, "Aren't you angry?"
Lu Jiaxin said with a smile, "If I got angry over every little thing like this, I would have been dead from anger a long time ago. It's fine, just a jumping clown, not worth paying any mind to."
Ding Jing, Little Brother Ding, and Kang Tongtong's father—the evidence of their crimes was all in her hands. She had kept it secret because Lu Jiaguang's promotion hadn't been finalized yet.
Now that Lu Jiaguang had just been promoted, it was uncertain whether Lu Hongjun's trouble would affect him, so she decided to wait a bit longer; they weren't going anywhere anyway. As for Kang Tongtong's father, there was no need to wait; she would send out the information tomorrow.
