Pu Xue was still thinking about how to handle the situation, but didn't expect Zhang Ying to throw a straight ball at her.
It instantly left her stunned.
"What did you say?"
Zhang Ying tilted her head slightly, looking at her with a puzzled gaze.
"Could it be that I misunderstood? Over the weekend, having your dad find a way to lure my husband to the company, drugging his tea trying to make a cooked meal of raw rice, but due to various co-incidences it didn't work, then sneakily slipping a pre-prepared handkerchief into Old Yue's suit pocket to flaunt in front of me, do I have any of this wrong?"
Zhang Ying's speech wasn't fast, it took a good few minutes to say this long sentence.
Her voice was steady, her tone casual, as if discussing the most normal of work matters.
But the words were like a thunderclap, not only shocking everyone in the office into chaos.
People outside the office nearly dropped the cups in their hands.
Oh damn! Was there such explosive news?
