Sun Li's face went from deathly pale to flushed red, and then to ashen gray, her lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.
Assistance?
A proper division propaganda officer like her, assisting the daughter of a capitalist?
This was more humiliating than having her clothes stripped off in public!
Everyone's gaze darted back and forth between Lin Wan Yi and Sun Li, full of astonishment and a hint of schadenfreude.
In this silence, Lin Wan Yi moved.
She stepped forward and nodded slightly at Wang Xiu'e.
"Thank you, Mrs. Wang, for your trust. I will do my best to organize the program well."
Her voice was neither humble nor overbearing, as calm as if nothing had happened just now.
After speaking, she turned around, her gaze falling on Sun Li's rigid body.
"Sun,"
Lin Wan Yi spoke.
She still addressed her as "Sun," but her tone was that of a superior giving orders to a subordinate.
