"My campaign finances are legitimate, Song Jia. Stop trying to smear my reputation with speculations."
Cheng Yuan calmly dismissed all of Song Jia's arguments as unfounded speculations.
Song Jia paused, her brows furrowed in distress.
Because she knew that was a point where he was right.
All her words were just speculations.
But she steeled herself, taken aback by the momentary hesitation that flashed through her mind.
Convincing herself, 'No, Song Jia. Everyone you've spoken to obviously has the same thoughts but is just too chicken to speak out.'
'But you're not!' Song Jia curled her fingers into fists, feeling a renewed surge of determination to fight again.
She had to cement her point across to the other party.
Not just to Cheng Yuan and his supporters, but to the crowd gathered.
To let them all know that there was something wrong with Cheng Yuan's secretive methods.
