Nan Yao's expression suddenly changed.
As Nan Zhi's voice was not soft, many people in the conference room gave her a strange look, bordering on disdain.
Nan Yao knew that she could not wash away the stain of her miscarriage.
But time is a good thing, it allowed peoples' memories to fade away.
But Nan Zhi had brought it to the light again, exposing her wounds and reminding everyone of what she was trying so hard to bury.
Nan Yao bit her lip, her hands clenched tightly into fists, holding down the urge to slap Nan Zhi. Gritting her teeth, she almost spat out the words, "I don't believe your appeal can be stronger than Daley's? I heard that the data network crashed last night when your program was on the air. Ha, you can't win over me even if it didn't crash. Just be prepared to leave when the ratings come out later! Don't say I didn't give you a chance to back out!"
