"You want me to believe that this was done by your former assistant and manager to stand up for you?" Zhan Nanjue's pupils constricted.
"I know you find it hard to believe, and so do I. But if they did something wrong, it was because of me, and I'm willing to bear the responsibility for them. Azhan..."
"You want me to believe you had no knowledge of this from start to finish?" Zhan Nanjue looked at Ou Yimo with a complex expression. "How is it that I can't recall you ever being like sisters with your former manager and assistant?"
He distinctly remembered her ordering them around…
"You don't believe me?" There was a fracture in Ou Yimo's eyes for a second. "I know it's hard for you to believe, so I'll take responsibility." She picked up the shattered pieces from the ground and was about to cut her wrist.
Zhan Nanjue was surprisingly indifferent.
A trace of an indescribable hatred flashed through Ou Yimo's eyes. Fortunately, she had other plans.
