"What?!" Yang Qihong furrowed her brows, staring at Xia Lu. She hadn't expected this woman to be different from what she had imagined; she thought Xia Lu was just a simple-minded wealthy wife, but unexpectedly, she had her own schemes. "Inform me?"
Thinking for a moment, she laughed twice, "You could say this recording is from anyone, or claim you made it up yourself. Why would it serve as evidence?"
"I still have you." Xia Lu looked at her. "With today's advanced technology, it's easy to determine who actually said these words by comparing voice patterns. The sensitivity of machines is quite high. Unless you undergo voice-altering surgery, it just takes a bit of effort to confirm these words are yours."
Yang Qihong looked at her, calculating something in her mind.
