Pu Xue was infuriated by this back-and-forth, her face flushed red.
Like a balloon inflated to its limit.
Just a little more air and it would burst with a pop.
Yet Zhang Ying seemed intent on adding more air.
"Speaking of, where did that time go? Naturally, Old Yue was drugged by you. Afraid he'd wake up and discover something, you tampered with the clock in the upstairs meeting room. I wasn't at the company yesterday, but I had Xiaozhou check it and, sure enough, the battery had been replaced; someone had messed with it before."
Xiaozhou is Zhang Ying's assistant, but today, he hasn't shown up for work, so no one knows what he's up to.
Zhang Ying continued speaking.
"According to your plan, Old Yue would suddenly wake up to find himself half-naked with you on the conference room sofa. Look up and see that not even ten minutes have passed. Then your dad would walk in, looking like he'd stumbled upon something. What would Old Yue think then?"
Zhang Ying slapped the table.
