"Do you even understand the situation? Then tell me about it!" Lin Cujuan retorted without any politeness.
The woman at the corner of her mouth flashed a cold sneer, "I'm just an ordinary worker's family member, what could I possibly understand?"
"If you don't understand the situation, aren't you just spouting nonsense?"
"Lin Cujuan, today's matter has nothing to do with you, I'm here to seek an explanation from Qiao Qingyu," Zhu Guizhi shouted sharply.
Qiao Qingyu crossed her arms, and although her face was cold, she was smiling. "Zhu Guizhi, since you stormed to my doorstep, you must think I've done something wrong. So go ahead and tell everyone, and if I'm wrong, I'll apologize publicly. But if it's you making a fuss over nothing, then you'll have to write me a self-criticism."
"Why should I write a self-criticism just because you apologize?" Zhu Guizhi glared and roared.
