Sophia Yellow's face turned pale, and she hurriedly stood up from the chair, her eye sockets brimming with teardrops, complaining: "It was Olivia Brown who told me to do it."
Upon hearing Sophia Yellow's reply, Olivia Brown almost fainted from the shock, unable to catch her breath.
She had always supported her and looked out for her, and now this fool pushed the blame onto her at such a crucial moment, it was truly detestable!
"Who exactly is in charge here? Is it her or me?" The supervisor was furious, and each word was cutting like a sharp slap, landing on Olivia Brown's face without sparing her any dignity!
Olivia Brown's face was like a palette, constantly changing colors, yet she had no clue how to explain.
The supervisor glanced at the stuff on the ground and frowned: "Since you like organizing so much, help Sophia Leaf sort out her things and return them to their original place."
