"Don't try that on me, it won't work. I, Song Yun, have only one thing to say: if I didn't do it, I didn't do it. You want me to prove it? I can't prove it, and there's no need for me to. He who asserts must prove. Bring the evidence, say it was me. If you truly have evidence, then I have no words. But if you have no evidence and you're just looking for me to chatter pointlessly, then I'll tell you just one thing: get as far away from me as you can!"
"You!"
Li Sifan's expression was indescribably ugly. This time, he indeed received direct instructions from his superior, Zhou Zizhong, to try to pin this matter on Song Yun. Naturally, Li Sifan couldn't ignore his boss's words, which led to this line of questioning. But he didn't expect Song Yun to be so tough, and Song Yun's toughness left him helpless. The current Song Yun was not someone a mere third-in-command like him could shake. Of course, calling him small wasn't quite accurate; it's just that Song Yun was even bigger.
