Just as he finished speaking.
There was a thud.
The girl sitting beside him dropped the pen in her hand on the table.
The girl looked up, her eyes sharp and fierce.
Zhao Jing's heart skipped a beat.
Being stared at by such a pair of eyes, it was as if he could not hide the dark thoughts in his heart. It was all laid bare.
The young girl said lazily, "It's fake."
"What...what?"
She seemed to be extremely impatient as she repeated, "I said, the information you showed just now was fake. Don't you understand?"
Zhao Jing understood. It turned out that he had changed his tactic.
Now, he was being criticized that the information he had provided was fake.
