Su Ling gripped the bag in her hand tightly as if it gave her the courage to continue, "I have the real account book here. If it's published, you'll be finished. Those who donated to you will come looking for you."
Looking at Su Ling's stubborn look, Shen Hanxing pursed her lips and chuckled. "It's fine if you don't want to read it. I'll tell you." She was exceptionally patient, and her voice was sweet and pleasant. It made people feel good. However, the way she looked at Su Ling had a hint of pity in it, making Su Ling uneasy. A bad feeling welled up in her heart. Could the document in her hand be fake? No, how could it be? Qiao Xi had secretly gotten this report while she was cleaning. How could it be fake? Shen Hanxing was not a saint. How could she have foreseen Su Ling's plans?
