Song Yue pushed his hand away from Wang Jing and looked her straight in the eyes. "Wang Jing, I'm letting you go today. Don't think that means we won't find out the truth. If we discover that you really did this, even if your father is Minister Wang, no one will be able to protect you."
Wang Jing glared at Song Yue with hatred burning in her eyes. Clutching her injured arm, she spat out, "Song Yue, remember this!"
She bolted out of the storage room, not daring to look back, afraid she would really lose her life if she stayed one second longer.
Lan Xia stomped her foot angrily. "Why did you let her go? It must be her!"
Song Yue pressed her lips into a thin line. "Her father is Minister Wang from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Yesterday, my uncle was already at odds with them. I don't want to create more trouble for him. Did you really want to kill her?"
