Jian Xi's lips curled into a smirk, her arms crossed over her chest as she provocatively looked at Jiang Qimeng. "Why does it seem like Miss Jiang isn't familiar with her own voice?"
Jiang Qimeng wanted to smash her phone, but Jian Xi spoke unhurriedly, "Go ahead and smash it. I have many backups of this recording anyway. Everyone here just heard it clearly. Miss Jiang, the 'dead old man' you mentioned—who is he?"
"Enough!" Si Yuhuan coldly interrupted. He gave Jiang Qimeng a deep glare. "Continue with the meeting."
Jiang Qimeng fled in panic.
What should I do? Had Si Yuhuan picked up on something? It was all that damn Jian Xi's fault! I really want to kill her! Where did this recording come from? When did she start recording?
Jiang Qimeng's mind was in chaos; she had no idea how much incriminating evidence Jian Xi held against her.
