"Enough!" Li Tingmo erupted in anger, interrupting Bian Yue's words. His eyes were ice-cold as he laughed in furious disbelief, "You just want to kick me out of your company, don't you? Why bother saying these baseless things!"
"Do you think I haven't found anything?" Bian Yue sneered chillingly, "Song Ping is in prison and he'll confess everything sooner or later. Your stubborn denials won't change a thing."
Li Tingmo's figure swayed for a moment; his expression turned ashen as he struggled in vain, "It's just Song Ping at his wit's end, trying to drag me down with him! I've already said it, I have nothing to do with this! I won't admit to anything!"
How could Li Tingmo have foreseen that one day his past would be laid bare for all to see?
Distressed and disheveled, he could only conceal his guilt with an increasingly assertive voice as he faced Bian Yue's relentless sneers.
