The man was speechless.
Jiang Yu looked around and said, "And all of you, just based on a few words, you've convicted me. Did you see me steal the plans with your own eyes and hand them over to Shun-Ning? Or did you possess Mr. An's body and received the information with your own two hands?"
She sneered.
"False rumors depend entirely on lies. As reporters, do you still have a clear conscience?"
The young lady's gaze was sharp. The words she said were like a gust of wind that blew across the ground, bringing with it the biting cold of winter, causing one's face to hurt.
The entire place was silent.
Jiang Yu stood entirely alone like a strong bamboo. She stood straight and tall, allowing the wind to just blow past her from all directions.
Her gaze was indifferent, but there were slights hints of anger, especially when she had posed the question, "As reporters, do you still have a clear conscience?"
