The woman glanced at Bai Cheng'an seated on the sofa across from her, then at Fu Sinian, her conflicting hands twisted together: "I took the chairman's money, promised him no matter what, I wouldn't tell anyone about this matter!"
"We can offer twice, three times... even ten times the chairman's money!" Fu Sinian coaxed.
The woman sighed long, "I said it, but you might not believe! I'm not doing this for the money—"
"Oh?" Fu Sinian didn't show disbelief and coaxed further: "Then what's it for?"
"I admit, when the chairman approached me back then, I really needed money. Someone in my family had cancer and urgently needed that money for chemotherapy! I had no other way out..."
At this point, the woman finally raised her head and looked at Bai Cheng'an: "Mr. Bai... you misunderstood, I didn't kill anyone, nor did the chairman! Your mother... she... wasn't murdered!"
