Song Jia straightened up, reinforcing her brave and unbothered facade.
She stared at the girl before her and spoke openly, "Yes, that's what I said. I don't understand why Cheng Yuan's source of funds is not public. What's he hiding?"
Song Jia's words sent a ripple through the crowd.
But very few people actually listened to what she said. The majority were shaking their heads at Song Jia's attitude.
They didn't know if they should congratulate her boldness or insult her stupidity and ignorance.
Someone in the crowd asked skeptically, "Can't she see that she's about to be beaten at any moment?"
"No one said you shouldn't be bold, but at least have some sense of self-preservation first."
"If I were her, the moment I saw their ugly expressions, I'd have slipped away, running for my life."
Some, however, admired her frankness. "Yes! It's people like this that our country needs to move forward."
